Warner's POV
"You're not telling the others," Linton announced the moment I stepped out of the bathroom, towel still draped around my neck.
Arlene chuckled softly while working through the tangles in Nicholson's damp hair. Linton had claimed a spot on the floor beside his daughter, both of them absorbed in the video game they'd chattered about nonstop during the drive home. Despite Arlene's strict daily screen time limit, Nicholson's eyelids were already drooping heavily.
"No. That's your job," I replied firmly, running the towel through my dark hair.
