“Pay him no mind,” Teddy whispers. “He’s just mad that women are smarter than him.” Lachlan chokes on his wine and thumps a fist to his chest. “Theodore,” he hisses. “Mind your tongue. He’s still our father.” She rolls her eyes and pops a grape into her mouth. “Lachlan is mad about it, too,” she adds as I hide a smile behind my napkin.
