Jack POV
Not exactly the way I wanted to start this conversation, but I guess the bandaid has been ripped off. I turn to face my best friend of more than six decades. Anger flashes in his eyes as he stalks toward me. Chrissy steps in front of me and crosses her arms. "Answer my question, Jack. Why did it look like you were going to kiss my sister? What the hell is going on here," he asks, his voice laced with anger. "You better not take that tone with him. You are not my father. I am a grown woman and I'll kiss anyone I want," Chrissy says.
I fight the smile that wants to split my face. I don't need to piss Nick off anymore, more than he already is, though I love this side of my fiery pixie girl. "Excuse me," Nick says, his focus on Chrissy now. "You heard me, Nick. I love you. You are
