Chapter 13

Beckett

By the time Mia throws her second strawberry waffle chunk at the dog, I already know the day's going to come at me crooked.

"Hey," I say, catching her sticky wrist before she can launch a third piece. "We don't feed the vacuum with fur."

Mia blinks at me from her highchair, then grins while Harlow stands at the counter with one hand braced against the small of her back and the other flippi