“I’m not afraid to fly,” Dec said, grabbing a couple of beers from the fridge and tossing one to Cade. “And if you keep poking at me, I’m going to tell Bayleigh.” Brant Scott, Dec and Cade’s brother-in-law, laughed from the corner and took the beer Dec handed him, leaning against the counter to watch the show. “I’m tired of everyone threatening to tell my wife on me,” Cade scowled. “I’m not afraid of her.” “Yes you are—” several voices said at once.
