"Why does a kid need a cell phone? Don't you already have a phone watch?" Evan Fairchild disagreed.
He could tell that if the little rascal didn't need to ask him for anything, he'd be even cockier. If Ian Monroe got his own phone, he wouldn't have to go through him to contact Melody Monroe. 'That just won't do.'
"If you miss your mom, you can use my phone to call her."
"But what about when you're busy? Or when you're not around?"
"I'll manage my schedule. I won't be home later than seven in the evening."
"Not after seven, ever?"
"Never after seven."
Listening to the conversation between the father and son, Melody Monroe's heart warmed.
Ever since Ian Monroe had moved in with him, Evan Fairchild had gone home every day to be with him.
And now, he was even promising to be back before seven every day.
