“You still gonna let me eat that sandwich, right?” Ronan asked.
Remi raised his head and looked Ronan in the eye. “You done spouting enough fucking wisdom for the night? It’s not enough to mouth off to Brandt, you gotta get in my shit, too?”
“Can’t help it, man. Everybody thinks I’m just a kid. I’m not a kid, and I see things that need to be pointed out.”
“And maybe you have a little too much of your daddy in you, too,” Remi said.
“Probably. But have I said anything that’s not right?” Ronan asked. “I mean, Kaid does need to know, even if the rest don’t. And Bailey deserves to know that if this is forever, she can’t have her own kids. I mean, she might not even want to have kids, you know? But she’s a sweet girl and at least deserves herown decision. And that means she has to know what we already know, and that is that you can’t give her kids — personally, anyway.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ll handle it my own way, though. If that’s alright with you Mr. All-About-Everybody-Else’s-Life.”
Ronan gave a single, distinguished nod.
Remi moved one of the sandwiches to its own plate and pushed it gently toward Ronan. “Eat your sandwich and shut up for a while.”
“Deal. Your mom’s meatballs are the best. Don’t tell my mom I said that, though.”
Chapter 4
Brandt tapped on the back door at Kaid’s house and waited until someone opened it, rather than just walking in as he usually would.
Tessa finally answered his knock and scowled up at him. “I was doing homework.”
“Good. Homework needs to be done,” Brandt answered, trying to hide his amusement.
“No. I was doing homework and you interrupted me.”
“I needed to come in.”
“You’re still not in.”
“I could be, if you’d invite me in.”
“You always just knock then walk in.”
“I wanted to be invited in this time.”
Tessa took a moment to size him up. “You’re kinda needy tonight.”
“I am not needy. I am following protocol.”
“There’s a protocol to interrupt my homework?”
Brandt’s brows bunched together before slamming down over his eyes. “Can you just tell your daddy I need to talk to him, please?”
Tessa shrugged. “I guess. Wait here.” She closed the door and complete with dramatic eye rolls went off to locate her father on the other side of the house. “Dad!”
“Your daughter is looking for you,” Delilah said, as she reclined beside Kaid on the sofa, her head resting on his thigh as they watched television.
“I’m not here.”
“You’re right here.”
“She’s mean.”
“She’s not mean. And she’s calling you.”
“Yes, she is. And I’m afraid of her,” Kaid said, grinning.
