Chapter 27

Tyler’s right—he doessound better than me.

As the growling fades, Greg dives for Tyler, his claw-like hands wiggling to tickle my son’s belly. Tyler shrieks with delight and rolls backward, against my legs. “Stop!” he cries between giggles, breathless. “Mr. Boucher, st-st-st-stop!”

He hiccups, which makes all of us laugh. Greg pulls him into a tight bear hug and plants a quick kiss on Tyler’s forehead. “Night, sport. See you later, alligator.”

I shake my head, amused. “Don’t tell me they still say that.”

Apparently, they do. “In a while, crocodile,” Tyler replies, punctuating it with another hiccup

I catch his shoulders when he leans against me. “All right, time to wind down, silly monkey.” Tyler laughs again, but he lets me scoop him into my arms and rests his head on my shoulder to wave at Greg as we head down the hall. The next hiccup rattles his small frame against my chest.

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