“It’s my land,” Stephen says quietly, and I feel like there’s more to this than he’s told Seth.
Thomas slaps his hand on the table. “It is NOT!”
“Fine. Get out,” Seth growls out to them. “I have better things to do today.”
They both leave us. I notice Stephen stops and turns to say something to Seth, but stops himself and continues out.
“There’s more to this,” Seth says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re right. We’ll go look at the land. Are you sure you ate enough?”
His concern makes me smile. “I’m sure, Sugar Plum.”
“Sugar Plum?” he asks with a chuckle.
“Yes. I’ve decided that you need a nickname,” I tell him. “You always call me Love. I think you’ll be Sugar Plum.”
He shakes his head at me. “You’d better be sure no one ever hears you say that.”
“I’ll take you
