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“It doesn’t matter, Son. What’s important is that Judge Bancroft has cut Reese free so he and Olivia can—”
“Christian, be reasonable. They’re family. One day they might be stepsiblings. It’s—”
“Unconventional, yes. But you saw how miserable they both were. You know what it’s like to…”
“Go on, say it.” Reese stiffens beside me, anger and pain rolling off him.
“Reese, son, I didn’t mean—”
“I know exactly what you meant, Christian.”
“Christian, is right.” Fiona lets out a weary sigh. “This isn’t helping anything. But I have to ask, are you both absolutely sure this is what you want? You’re so young and—”
“We know,” I say, clutching Reese’s hand in mine. “At least, I know.” My eyes find his again and his expression softens a fraction.
“She’s it for me,” he confesses.
“And let me guess, you’re going to pursue this thing between you with or without my blessing?” Fiona fixes her attention on her son.
He doesn’t look at her as he nods and says, “I won’t walk away from Liv. Not again.”
“Very well, then. You’re eighteen now, I suppose I have to accept your decision. But don’t think we’re done talking about the fact that you’ve been siphoning money out of your trust, young man.”
“Good. When we talk about that, we can also talk about Dad and Krystal.”
Fiona’s whole demeanour changes, hurt flashing in her eyes.
“You two clearly have a lot to talk about,” Dad, ever the peacekeeper, says. “But right now, I would like to sit and eat a nice lunch with my family. And yes, Reese, that includes you. We all make mistakes, son. I trust you won’t be making any more anytime soon.”
“Uh, no, I don’t plan on it.” He almost chokes over the words and Oakley explodes with laughter.
“You should see your face.”
“Fuck off, Beckworth.”
“Make me, Whitfield.”
I let out an exasperated groan, and they both look at me. “Is this how it’s going to be now?”
“Probably,” Oak shrugs as Reese mutters, “Yeah, until he stops being a dickhead.”
“Language,” Fiona scolds. “Maybe we should reschedule lunch,” she suggests.
“Better get used to it, darling.” Dad smiles at her. “This is only a snippet of things to come. Wait until Oakley meets the girl of his dreams.”
“Yeah, never going to happen,” he murmurs, stuffing a stick of pepper into his mouth.
“What about Tally?“
“Tally?” He balks. “As in Tallulah fucking Darlington?”
“Language,” Dad and Fiona both snap.
“Yeah, why not? Something tells me she’d give you a run for your money.”
Reese sniggers.
“Nah, she’s not my type. Besides, I’m not ready to settle down.”
