“I think she’s mad at you,” Mikey said, looking thoughtful as she reached up and wiped more mud from her face as her accomplice sat by her side, nodding in agreement.
“Which one,” Jason said, glancing to the small group to his right to find his daughter, wife, aunts, cousins’ wives, and Mac all glaring at him.
“All of them,” Mikey said only to wince when Duncan, who was also glaring at him, applied more antiseptic to the cut on Mikey’s arm.
“It really wasn’t your fault,” Sebastian said, sounding bored as he placed his iPad on the counter next to where Mikey was sitting so that he could focus his attention on the platter that Kasey kept filled with baked goods.
“It could have happened to anyone,” Mikey, the reason why every man, woman and child in their family was mad at him said with a, “What are you going to do?” shrug.