Cade shoots his dad a dry look. “Of course you’d side with a child. What am I supposed to do with a male goat?” As Harvey stares at his son, it seems like everyone is holding their breath. Beau’s hand tightens on my leg. I hope it leaves marks. I chance a glance over at him, noting the way he’s lifted a fist up over his mouth. Bracing. Harvey makes a contemplative grumbling noise while scrubbing at his beard. “Well, you could try milking the male goat. But that might get weird.”
I stand my point, Harvey delivers once again. Cackling to myself whenever he cracks a witty joke.
