“Get ready to be slaughtered,” Garrett tells Connelly with a big smile. “Son-in-law and I got this.” “Nah. Harvard men get it done.” “He calls you Son-in-law?” I grin at Ryder as the men skate off. He sighs. “Yeah. Either that or Mr. Ryder.” “At least he likes you now,” Will says helpfully. “I mean, ‘likes’ is pushing it. Tolerates me is more accurate. But he knows I’d die for his daughter, so that’s all that really matters.”
