"I know." Kendrick exhaled. "But Griffin insists I tell her."
"Griffin?" Andrew repeated, blinking.
"Since when did the four-year-old start telling you what to do?" Erick frowned.
"Five, actually," Kendrick corrected smoothly. "He will be turning five in less than a month. He is my son and I have to be a responsible father by doing what is right."
"As painful as it may sound, your son is right." Andrew pointed out. "Mom would find out the truth about you and Mia sooner or later."
"I still vote for later," Erick said almost pleadingly. "Let's think this through before we jump to any rash conclusions."
"I'm afraid that's not going to happen because my little boss directed me to give him feedback on my assignment by 3:00 PM." Kendrick hinted with a wicked grin.
Both brothers stared at Kendrick, mouths open.
