The pretenses were dropped over breakfast as I was washing a pan in the sink and I felt a rumble and turned in time to see Lochlan lunge at Caleb, who pushed his cup away as he backed off from the table and it splashed against PJ's back as he threw himself in between.
PJ is fine. Luckily Caleb will sip his coffee even after it's cold. One of the rare things we have in common. He switched to instant too. He's not all that picky, in the end.
Dalton has Lochlan by the arms at this point as PJ swears the instant the cold liquid soaks into his shirt.
Just let me get one good one in-
Locket-
Bridget, stop defending him!
Go. I look at Caleb and he looks defeated and rights his cup on the table before striding out of the room. I hear the chimes as the door opens and closes and then the soft hum of his vehicle driving up past the house. Only then does Lochlan relax enough that they let go of him.
What did he say to you? I'm talking to Lochlan but looking at Dalton and PJ. PJ heads away down the hall as well, to change his shirt, and Dalton points at us as he backs toward the downstairs steps.
If you need me, yell.
I nod and turn back to Lochlan, waiting for his answer.
I'm not a rat, Peanut.
I need to know.
Why? There are no dealbreakers with this guy for you. What difference does it make? As long as the money keeps pouring in you let him do whatever he wants. I didn't raise you to be like this. The money isn't supposed to be the important part in life.
It's punishment. I'm taking it all.
He's GOOD at money, Bridget. He never seems to run out. How much is enough? Take that and cut him loose.
I want all of it.
The irony here is the cost to you. And the cost to all of us. I don't think we can afford to have him so close any more. When is this going to be enough? Just answer the question.