all right with you?”

Captain Mackey blew out a long noisy breath and tapped a staccato drumbeat with his fingers on his thigh. After a minute or so, he said, “It appears my daughters would prefer you to stay for this family discussion. Would you like to have a seat?”

Mrs. Mackey patted the couch next to her.

“Um…sure,” Sam said.

Captain Mackey’s glare burned a hole in the back of his head as Sam took the few steps to the small sofa.

This mess was almost enough to make him regret helping Eleanor out today.

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