"Shame. I'm real good at playing Barbies." Edward impulsively picked Axel up and carried him into the caravan, because if Jon felt he could snap his fingers at him, Edward was going to intrude on his personal space. Seemed fair to him. "I didn't have any Barbies when I was your age, but I made some clothes for my friend's Barbies. She loved them."

Holden looked at the man who definitely seemed like a stranger. He seemed strange, if nothing else. Not like anyone Jon had ever done business with before. "Axel, don't bother the man."

"He ain't no bother," Ed assured the worried looking bore that had to be Holden. He set Axel down and ruffled his hair. "He plays the fiddle beautifully, your Jonny."