Ma beamed as she sat down opposite with a delicate china mug cradled in her hands. They were elegant and beringed, her short nails painted blood red.
“I do. Marc is the eldest. Jayce here is my middle boy and Scott is the baby.”
“f*****g favoritism,” Sparky muttered into his mug, which earned him a cuff around the ear from his mother.
“Language in my house!”
Skinny suppressed his grin as Sparky squeaked and ducked. The slap was affectionate and made even more amusing by the fact Ma was half the size of her son.
“Always wanted a girl but never managed to carry one to term,” she admitted. “So I have to wait for one of these reprobates to get married and give me a daughter-in-law.”
“Ma! You know I like guys too, so don’t count on me,” Sparky pointed out.
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Ma wrappe
