“Now that he’s not in earshot,” Lachlan’s mother leans towards me, “How is my son treating you?” her eyebrows raised, “He’s not too old for a scolding.”
My lips pulled into a broad smile, “He’s perfect. Genuinely. You raised an amazing man.”
“I can’t take too much credit for that. Lachlan did a lot of growing on his own. He found his way, and I’m so proud of him for that,” her eyes glisten, and she looks up at the ceiling as if she’s trying to reel in her tears.
She quickly turns towards Liv, “And how about you? How are things with you and Issac?”
“They’re fine,” Liv is short with her, and I stare at my friend with an arched brow, but she’s saved as the men begin filling the table with trays of food.
“This smells amazing. You outdid yourself, mom,” Lachlan pecks his mom on the top o
