“You shouldn’t have come, Grant. Now we’re all in danger.” Just then, a black car pulled up behind us, and my daughter screamed…

cutting.”

“I was merely calculating my own absurd fortune,” I smiled, bending down to hoist her into my arms.

“Why?” she asked, resting her head against my lapel.

“Because one spectacularly brave warrior bypassed my security gate on a blistering afternoon to peddle citrus,” I whispered into her hair. “And instead of just quenching my thirst, she delivered continue reading …