“You’ve come back.” Abram’s voice made Courtney cringe.
“Yeah. A bad habit that I’ve got to quit doing.” She was cocky.
“Let me rephrase that. You’ve come home.” He smiled.
“No, I’ve come to get my men.” She snarled again.
“I see why my son’s love you. Your tenacity.” He smiled at her as if she would give in to him.
“Your sons.” Courtney knew that she had to play along for the moment.
“Yes. My sons. Mathew always knew he was mine.