“Leave her be,” Charlotte chided as Jake pushed James’s hand away.
“What?” James looked at his mother. “You just finished saying how her mom practiced on you. Why is it a problem if I want to see it for myself?”
“She influenced Jake earlier this week,” Christian murmured, watching them closely.
“For real?” James smirked. “I bet that could come in handy in the bedroom.”
“James!” Charlotte swatted at him, and he ducked away, laughing.
Lyra buried her face in her hands while Jake shot his brother another lethal glare.
“She calmed him down when he was attacking me,” Christian said quietly, giving James an annoyed look.
“Oh.” James frowned. “That’s disappointing. I heard what Dad said. You should’ve let Jake handle that.”
Lyra rolled her eyes, wanting to steer far from that memory. Chri
