Mark looks between us all—me, Caden, Dad—and realizes quickly what room he’s standing in.
Three Alphas. One room. A whole lot of testosterone.
Smart man that he is, Mark nods slowly. “I apologise,” he says, genuinely. “Old habits. I was used to speaking my mind in the old days when we were around each other every day. You’re right. We’re not there anymore. I spoke out of turn.”
Caden gives a slight nod, then looks to Dad for confirmation.
Dad smiles, satisfied. “Glad we cleared that up.”
He turns to our grandparents. “Monica, Jim—Ash was telling us you’re thinking of moving home full-time?”
I practically launch out of Caden’s lap. “Wait—really?! Oh my gosh, please do! I’ve always wanted us all in the same country for more than a week!”
Grandma reaches across the table and takes my h
