CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT-I QUIT

The shrill noise of Tessa’s drunken cackle ricocheted through the second floor like a stray bullet that hit him right in the head as Teddy straightened his tie in the foyer mirror. The little monster he created was making him crazy, and he rolled his eyes at the sound of her voice.

Too frustrated to work his fingers, he clenched his jaw and ripped the fabric from his neck. “Fuck!”

The old Viking appeared behind him and motioned by bending his fingers. The tension building between the twins was at the boiling point, and he hoped a distraction might bring them back to baseline. “Turn around; I got this.”