“Yeah, well, I didn’t have to cry like a little wussy baby either.” Brandon folded his arms.

“Yes, three tears makes you a little wussy baby.” Cassidy rolled her eyes and slipped her arms around his waist. Her head came to just beneath his chin, and holding her in that position had become a bit of a security blanket for him. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind with his dad coming back from the dead and Cassidy moving to headquarters. Most of it was good, but when episodes ...