MEL
"For God's sake, father, he's only six." I snap, my voice exasperated.
I've just stepped out of the car, and the first thing I see in the driveway is Lucian on a large dirt bike, his back glinting with sweat as he rolls the kid-sized bike around the garden while father watches with a fond expression on his face.
"Daniel had one just like it when he was six. I couldn't resist."
I roll my eyes and wait for Lucian to roll the bike down to me. He's smiling so wide it makes my heart ache. But he also shouldn't have a bike. They're dangerous as hell.
Or maybe I'm just being protective, as always.
Daniel is watching the scene from the balcony, his hair rustling in the breeze. "Damned near broke my shoulder twice on that thing. He needs the experience."
I glare at him before bending and
