Lily
“Wanna talk to you, Hawk,” Maverick said, his voice gruff.
“Oh, yeah?” Dad said, his tone demeaning.
“Don’t patronize me,” Maverick ground out. “You talk to me like a man, or I’m takin’ Lily home with me.”
Mom raised an eyebrow in my direction, and I shook my head. With a grunt, Dad led Maverick out of the kitchen, and I stepped over to Mom.
“Maybe not the best move, honey,” Mom said.
“Didn’t have much of a choice, Mom.”
“Well, there is that.” She smiled. “Tea?”
I sighed. “Yeah, tea would be good, thanks.”
She handed me a mug, and we sat down at the kitchen table. “How do you deal with this?” I asked.
Mom smiled. “The alpha male, beat-the-chest, I-am-man thing?”
“Yeah.”
“You just have to let them do their thing and then talk it out when they’re calm. Your dad’ll come arou
