Chapter Eighteen
“So I’m supposed to take out a tray with tea and cookies? Since when are we so formal?” Tiffy said. She had her dark hair pulled up and was wearing baggy sweats. In the background, Gabriel could hear Shaunty and Brandon’s energetic voices.
“Since we have company and I said so,” Laura replied.
Gabriel strode over to the island amid the chaos, still rocked at having seen Tyler so confident while in the lion’s den, so to speak. Laura rested a tray on the island and a pot of tea with six mugs, cream, and sugar. His dad would likely frown at what she was doing, he knew.
“You know, we can act civilized,” Laura said. “Tiffy, go, take it out. We have company, no matter the situation or who it is, so let’s be gracious, shall we?” she added as she dumped cookies onto a plate—sho
