Tyler stared past his father’s shoulder while his mother talked and talked and talked. So she didn’t like Tawny, and Tyler couldn’t fathom why.
He finally said, “Mom, stop.”
“You said you wouldn’t do this,” Wayne added, and the two brothers exchanged a glance.
“Do what?” His mom looked back and forth between the three men at the table, but his dad was so engrossed with the sand castle the little boys were building. Wayne rolled his eyes, and Tyler heaved a sigh.
“You’ve said four words to her,” Tyler said. “You haven’t even tried to like her.”
“She’s just not for you.” She lifted her chin—and her nose—in the air. “Did you know she was a life coach?”
Tyler had not known that little tidbit, but it hardly mattered. “Mom, she teaches beach yoga at the ritziest hotel in the bay.”
“Yoga.”
