Chapter 4
Brown eyes twinkling with devilry, Hank rapped his knuckles against Kay's closed bedroom door, jiggling the handle. Finding it locked, he issued a teasing but stern warning. "There better not be any funny business going on in there, Lopez-Fitzgerald."
Kay's reply came, muffled through the barrier of the door. "You're too late, Uncle Hank. We're in here right now, having irresponsible teenaged sex."
Miguel yanked the door open a second later, brown eyes wide with panic as he assured Hank, "I swear. Nothing's going on." Peering down the hallway in each direction, he gulped, "Is Chief Bennett home?"
Taking pity on his best friend's kid brother, Hank shook his head. "No, but your brother is. I just dropped him off from the airport half an hour ago." Eyeing his niece with a suspicious smile, he said, "It's a helluva job, protecting your virtue."
"Bet it's more exciting than chasing down purse snatchers," Kay grinned back at him as she pulled on her jacket and tucked her scarf around her neck. "Tell Mom I'm having dinner at Miguel's house."
"I'll save you a piece of Tomato Soup Cake," Hank promised as he followed her down the stairs and saw her to the door. Rubbing his hands together, he ambled into the living room and plopped down onto the sofa, grabbing one end of the popcorn string Jessica was painstakingly putting together and popped a handful of popcorn into his mouth. Mouth full, he winked at Jessica. "Need any help?"
Tee hee hee.
Miguel just knew he was in hot water, and Hank enjoys making him suffer.
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