“Awesome!” Harley squeaked then took the time to shoot a victorious look at Shea.
“Suits me fine, brother. But you, little lady, will be changing your tune next time you want a proper fry up and you know it.”
Harley just flipped her hair and turned her attention back to Cord in way of response.
“He can only cook really gross things from scratch. Like this soup that has fish in it. But he’s okay at heating up leftover pizza.”
The demon made another face at that to make the girl laugh before winking at Shea. If the kid felt at ease, it was more likely her dad would too and that was something Cord wanted for anyone that was going to stay at the bar for any stretch of time.
“You wanna help cook and let your dad get everything else settled?”




