"..."
Flossie Wright rubbed the center of her forehead in frustration.
A son who is too sensible, a father who is too heartless...
They truly are a perfect match.
So——
Flossie Wright went directly into the kitchen and yanked out Flynn Reid, who was soaking wet.
"Sister, the vegetables aren't washed yet."
Being dragged to the doorway, Flynn Reid blinked innocently at her.
"Go find your dad and change your clothes."
With a frown, Flossie gave the order and slammed the door shut with a "thud."
Flynn Reid looked bewildered.
"Dad——"
Turning to look for his father, Flynn Reid was startled by the voice behind him.
Immediately, the second half of the sentence was swallowed back.
"Hmm."
Coming up from behind, Glenn Hutchinson responded nonchalantly.
"Should I change clothes?"
Lowering his head, Flynn Reid looked at his water-splattered clothes and asked in confusion.
"No rush," Glenn said slowly and methodically.
