Chapter Twenty

“Valin Masterson Reid, get your naked butt back here,” Marcus yelled, running after his slippery son, who had a love-hate relationship when it came to taking baths, and it seemed like today was one of those days he detested water.

“Now, sweet pea, listen to your daddy and go take your bath,” Marcus heard his mother gently coaxing his son.

“No, Nana, not dirty,” the tiny voice whined.