Cole paced around the living room, swerving only to avoid the coffee table. He hadn't ever felt this nervous before, itching to do something, anything.
He doubted punching holes in the wall would do much other than give him a sore hand.
"Don't worry," Julien said from his position in the chair. He sprawled across the padded arms, stretched out like a lazy lion with his loose hair sprawled over his shoulders. "She's got this."
"I know." Cole shook his head. "But I just wish..." He put his hands behind his head and sighed. "Hopefully the old man came around. I don't want her to be estranged from Jacob."
"He's wise, not senile." Julien smiled. "He's cared for her all of her life. Once he sees this is real, this is what she wants, he'll accept it..." The sentence trailed off as the door op
