Since I didn't have a spork handy, I leaned over the sink and scooped up a palmful of cold water and pressed it against my face. There had to be a better option than a violent sporking. There had to be a way to get rid of my dad.
Devon MonkI think youโre possessed.โ โOld news.โ โHuh. Anyone I know?โ โMy dad. Itโs a family issue Iโm working on.
Devon MonkBut it is clear to me that our survivalโboth yours and mineโwill be dictated by how well you and I can work together.โ โSo weโre screwed?
Devon MonkI glanced up at Zay, then walked over to stand next to him. "You look good with a baby in your arms," he murmured. I took his hand, careful with his fingers that were still wrapped in tape. "Don't get your hopes up, Jones. I'm not the settling-down type." "Want to bet on that?" he asked. "Sure." I made a fist; so did he. We pumped three times. I threw paper. Zayvion threw scissors. I'd lost. Startled, I looked up at him. "Two out of three?" Zay grinned. So did I.
Devon Monk