Chapter 150

• Joey made a little frown at how annoyed I sounded before dropping his arms and sulking. But he did as he was told. Thank goodness. He returned to the table, stood on tiptoes, and slid the gun back over the tabletop.
• A prayer left my mouth while my heart dropped from my throat and slowly settled back to where he belonged.
• Once I ushered him out of the room and closed the door behind us, I sat down on my haunches and held him by his shoulders. “Joey, you need to promise me something.”