Chapter Forty-four
When the doorbell rang and Bridget opened the door, she let out an excited squeal. "Elijah!"
Samson chuckled and entered our modest brick home. "This kind of welcome usually come with a big tight hug, so why am I not getting one?"
"Naughty boy." She smiled at him as she playfully flicked his forehead with her fingers.
He touched the spot with an 'aw'.
I quietly came behind them and loudly snapped my long wooden ruler on the table without notice and Samson jumped.
"That scared the shit outta me. I didn't see you coming." He clutched his heart like a scared little kid.