Silently laughing, I shove my hands into my pockets and watch him walk up to a girl around the same age as him. She has dark hair, and given that she looks exactly like her mother, I know who Isaac is attempting to flirt with. A presence comes up beside me, a beer to hand. “Keep your son away from my daughter,” Kade warns. I smirk. Because we both know that’s not going to happen.
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