“You’re going to get in trouble.”

Lance made a derisive sound in response, swinging their linked hands as they walked down the street. “What do you want me to do, just tell him to go away? ‘Yo, Joe, stop dropping by and, hey, I won’t be around anymore so…’?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what you do,” Amanda agreed. “You tell him you got served and so you can’t be around anymore.”

“No, I don’t. He doesn’t need to know that.” He shook his head. “His grandparents are all he has, he doesn’t need that grief.”

She was cute, all indignant on his behalf. “Then maybe they should’ve thought of that before they got a restraining order against you!”

Cute, but narrow minded, as always. “They’re just trying to look out for him. They just… they’re trying.”

“And what about you? Who’s looking out for you?” Amanda shoved him and he actually stumbled. Man, she was fuming. “Restraining orders are no joke. You could go to jail.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He reclaimed her hand, grinning ruefully. “For a few hours while daddy’s lawyers pull strings or whatever they do. Joey’s not paying for this… misunderstanding.”

If looks could kill… “You shouldn’t, either. Stupid.”