Tony leaned forward, suspicion on his face. “Even I know she’s a chronic sleepwalker. Shouldn’t that be something herboyfriendknows?”
Becket flashed a smile, knowing it would just make him angrier. “Did she sleepwalk away from you, Tony? Were you a bit too close?”
Rage flared in the man’s eyes.
Bingo. But why the hell was this idiot anywhere near her while she was sleeping?
“Tony would stay over sometimes,” Esther said, breaking the silence.
“After church,” her father added, the single sentence one of the only things he’d said all night.
“How long have you been part of the church, Roger?” Becket asked.
The older man’s brows lifted, as if surprised by the question. “My entire life.”
“I can see why it would mean a lot to you.”
“It does,” he answered, voice a bit softer.
“It’s how we met,” Esther said affectionately. She looked at Sky, her expression clouding with something like sadness. “We’d hoped our Skylar would be a lifelong part of the church.”
Sky took a gulp of wine. “Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.”
A few seconds of silence passed before Becket spoke. “My mom tried to get us to church once.”
“She did?” Esther asked, clearly intrigued.
“Yeah. I have a lot of respect for people who have your kind of faith.” He looked at Sky. “And for people who choose their own paths and beliefs.”
Sky frowned, but Becket couldn’t tell if it was at him or his mention of faith.
When Tony’s eyes lingered on Sky a bit too long, Becket draped an arm over her shoulders. “Well, this has been lovely.” Tony rolled his eyes, while Sky gave a quiet scoff. “Do you do this regularly?”
“At least a couple of times a month,” Esther answered.
He looked at Sky. “You never told me, Peaches.”
She smiled at him, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I haven’t told you lots of things, honey. We only just started dating.”
“What about before that?” Tony asked. “Friends? Enemies?”
“Mortal enemies,” Becket said, once again smiling at Tony. “She even wanted a fence between our properties so she didn’t have to look at me every day. I think it was because even then, she was attracted to me but too shy to ask out the fire chief.”
She stomped on his foot under the table, and he bit back a laugh.
“Yeah, that’s exactly it.” She looked over at her family. “We didn’t quite hate each other, but if he’d been drowning, I probably would have given him a high five.”
Esther’s brows shot up.
“I mean, even a high five would have been a stretch,” Becket added. “I picture you with popcorn and a folding chair.”
“It would’ve been good entertainment.”
Tony scowled at them as Sky took another sip of her wine.
“So you fought about a fence?” her father asked.
Becket leaned forward. “And my security cameras—”
