“No, dear. A mother’s privilege is to interrogate the girls after her one and only son.” Jake glared at her, and I laughed. One, I didn’t want them to actually fight. And two, I didn’t think Alicia was planning to interrogate me—I hoped anyway—but she was winding Jake up. “I can handle it,” I told them both with a grin. “Hit me with your best shot.” “Oh, see, this is why I like you.” Alicia gave me another squeeze.
