not outgoing.”
Dare nodded. Of the five Westmoreland brothers, he was the least outgoing, if you didn’t count Thorn who was known to be a pain in the butt at times. Growing up, Dare had felt that his brothers were all the playmates he had needed,
and because of that, he never worried about making friends or being accepted. His brothers were his friends—his best friends—and as far as he’d been concerned they were
enough. It was only after he got older and his brothers
began seeking other interests that he began getting out
more, playing sports, meeting people and making new
friends.
So if AJ wasn’t as outgoing as most ten-year-old kids, he had definitely inherited that characteristic from him. “So how do you think I should handle it?”
“I suggest that we don’t tell him the truth about you just yet, and that you take the initiative to form a bond with him,
share his life and get to know him.”
Dare raised a dark brow. “And just how am I supposed to do that? Our first meeting didn’t exactly get off to a great
start, Shelly. Technically, I arrested him, for heaven’s sake. My own son! A kid who didn’t bat an eye when he informed me he hated cops—which is what I definitely am. Then
there’s this little attitude problem of his that I feel needs
adjusting. So come on, let’s be real here. How am I
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