“You aren’t arresting me!” Robbie shouted.
“I am!” Jarot shouted back.
“Jesus,” Boyd muttered.
“What’s with the shouting?” Silas shouted, walking into the room carrying his own beer. He stopped and looked down at his grandsons. “What? A man gets his shoutin’, fightin’ kids outta the house only to have his kids’ shoutin’, fightin’ kids come into it? Yeesh. Give an old man a break,” he said to the boys.
“But Jarot said he’s gonna arrest me,” Robbie defended himself.
“He probably will, you don’t clean up your act,” Silas returned. “A good time to start is now. Your grandmother’s settin’ the table. She could use some help.”
Faye made a move to get up at the same time Liza did but it was Faye who said quietly, “I’ll help, Dad.”
“You’ll sit your keister down, visit with your old man and the boys will help their grandma,” Silas returned then he looked down at Jarot and Robbie, his brows up, “Boys?”
Jarot shuffled out.
Robbie hesitated.
“Robert,” Boyd warned.
Robbie shot his Dad a rebellious look before he shuffled out too.
Chace returned his badge to his pocket and put his arm around Faye again.
Silas settled into another armchair.
“Just so you know, she might be quiet and she’s always been cute as a button but both of these hid the demon within,” Silas informed him, not leading into it even a little and Chace did his best not to stare. “There’s a temperament behind that hair, son. So, my advice, don’t catch it from Faye.”
“Totally,” Liza agreed.
“You guys,” Faye put in, shifting uncomfortably at his side.
“Don’t act all innocent,” Liza told her then looked at Chace, “She chased me around the house with scissors.”
“I did not!” Faye returned heatedly. “You did that to Jude.”
“You so chased me around with scissors. Jude chased you with the fire poker.”
He felt Faye turn to look up at him, he gave her his gaze and she confirmed, “This actually happened.”
“And she actually chased me with scissors,” Liza took their attention by repeating.
“Liza, I did not,” Faye retorted.
“You totally did,” Liza fired back.
Faye gave up and tried something new. “You were a hair puller.”
“So were you,” Liza returned.
“Of course I was, because you were. It called for retaliatory measures and that was my only choice,” Faye replied.
Liza gave up on Faye and looked to Chace. “She also mixed all my makeup together.”
Faye didn’t give up on Liza and leaned toward her. “That was because you told Danny I had a crush on him.”
Liza’s eyebrows shot up. “So?”