"No need." Jared Quinn picked up Melody Thorne, who had fallen asleep on the couch. "When Timmy wakes up later, remember to send him back."
Simon Sutton: "…"
Is that really his biological son? He walks off with his wife and leaves his son behind.
Is he supposed to babysit here for free overtime or what?
"Five times overtime pay." Jared's figure disappeared out of the office.
"Okay, okay."
Anything is fine; he could work overtime every day.
Melody Thorne slept soundly the whole way. If it hadn't been for the feeling of two wooden sticks under her body, she wouldn't have woken up at all. She slept deeply, feeling safe, and even rubbed her head against the man's chest.
"Tsk." Melody jolted awake. Her fair little face had been scraped by one of the buttons on Jared Quinn's shirt, and it stung a bit.
"Did it hurt?" Jared asked hoarsely, his thumb brushing over that reddened spot.
