Page 25 of Driven Daddy

“What about a newspaper?”

I arched a brow at him. “I’m definitely not thinking about creating a newspaper.”

Murphy rolled his eyes and set his soda aside as he leaned forward, his fingers clasped between his knees. “Here me out—I don’t know if it’ll actually work, but we actually have a printing press here in the Cove.”

“The newspaper?”

“Yeah. I don’t know if it would work out, but as the Pennysaver and the newspapers are waning, Asher has had to adjust. He’s gotten into podcasting among other things to offset the lag.”

“Right. I’ve listened to it a time or two. He likes the spooky. I appreciate that.”

“Right? Vee and the girls are obsessed around here. Vee got dragged into it by all the moms. Which is why I’ve had to increase our tech in the house. She freaks herself out.”

I grinned. “And big, bad hubby has to soothe her fears.”

Murphy’s lips twitched. “Maybe.”

“Uh-huh.”

He laughed. “But maybe something to look into. Asher is a good businessman, he might be interested in a meeting, at the very least. You might be doing each other a favor.”

When I opened my mouth, Murphy held up a finger.

“Can’t hurt to ask, right? I don’t know if changing a newspaper printing place into printing books could even be done, but what do you have to lose?”

Pride?

Looking like an idiot?

Oh, wait, that’s under pride.

Regardless, I’d always been the hometown boy done good. To let people here know I was struggling sucked.

But it wasn’t just about me anymore.

“Since when were you the wise one, Moose?”

He grinned. “Trained well by a certain love of my life.”

“Ugh.” I pulled Latte to cover my face. “Gross.”

The pup thought it was a game, and then I had a wiggling lap of Morkies attacking me.

My brother stood and picked up his soda, then he headed for the door.

“Hey! I could use a little help.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out, you always do. I hear one of the kids.”

Then I heard the voice from the living room. Mostly through the camera set-up on one of his monitors. Did my brother have freaking bat ears? I hadn’t heard them at all until now.

Then CC stomped on my balls, and I crumpled up on the couch.

The dogs thought it was yet another game, and I gave myself up to the melee. At least it wasn’t a wasted trip.

Murphy had definitely given me food for thought.

FIVE

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