Chapter 8
“Nice meeting you,” Beth said. “Would you like to come in and have some coffee?”
Before they could reply, a boy who looked about eight appeared, grabbing Beth’s hand. “Mommy, Carl’s being a pain. Dosomething.”
Beth rolled her eyes. “The joys of sibling rivalry. I doubt you want to watch this, so maybe you can come by later. That way we can get to know each other without interruptions.”
“We’d love to,” Spence told her. He chuckled. “You have the same look on your face that my mother used to when she was dealing with me and my brother.”
“It comes with the territory,” Beth replied as her son kept tugging her hand. “Enough, Jake,” she admonished him. “I’m coming.” She apologized again then closed the door.