Grier was sitting at the breakfast table absentmindedly picking at a piece of bacon while Honey was chattering loudly at the table beside her.
“And then, Dad threw his phone clear across the room, and it bounced off the wall and the screen cracked. He said a bunch of words I’d get in trouble if I said,” she snorted. “Then Grandma told him he needed to stop saying such things in front of me because how would he feel if I dated a guy like him someday.”
“What did he say to that?” Twila asked chuckling.
“He said I wasn’t allowed to date.”
“Jesus, you dodged a bullet, Grier.” Mike said from where he stood at the stove making pancakes. “Thanks for taking one for the team, Candy.”
“No problem, Uncle Mike,” Candy rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.
“Grandma said Dad has a piss poor opinion
