Ryan
"Thank you, son-in-law. You've really come through for us. We appreciate it." Rosie’s father clapped me on the shoulder, his grip firm but warm.
I gave a small smile. "It’s only natural. You’re my father-in-law."
He let out a hearty laugh, nodding approvingly. "Right, right. But you still saved us. If it weren’t for you and your pack, we would’ve had a tough time handling those rogues. So, I’m grateful to have a son-in-law like you." His tone was genuine, his gratitude clear.
Then, with a slight shift in his demeanor, he added, "Come on, let’s go outside. The women are waiting."
I followed him down the hallway, his footsteps steady, mine slightly hesitant.
He was a funny man—tough and commanding in front of other men, but around his wife and kids, he softened considerably. Even
