“Holy. Shit.”
“No, I know, right?” Aubrey’s lip curled in distaste. “Children. How awful.”
Ian shook his head. “No, I mean, holy shit it’s him.”
“Him, who?”
“Him, the kid from the bar. Jordan.” Even Ian heard the reverence in his voice as he spoke the name. Yet as embarrassed as he was by it, the tone had come without intention.
“Please tell me you don’t mean the child screaming,” Aubrey teased. “‘Because that would just be all kinds of icky.”
Ian sighed and shot her a look of disgust. “The other one, of course. His…I don’t know? Brother?”
“Father?” Aubrey suggested.
“Resemblance…” Ian tilted his head.
“Agreed.”
Another shriek echoed through the food court and Ian watched Jordan cringe and drop closer to the child.
“You should go say hello,” Aubrey said, gathering handles into her fist, but Ian was already lifting himself from the chair. “Okies,” she called after him. “I’ll just be here. Getting all this stuff. Don’t worry about me or anything.”