“I guess so.”
He wiped hismouth. “Did you know who I was when you invited me?”
“No clue. Istill don’t.” I bit my lip. “Sorry. I don’t know much about sports.”
“Don’t besorry.” He grinned. The type of grin that nearly made me lose my panties. “It’scool.”
“Hatch saidsomething about your knee.” I cocked my head. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Eventually. Butnot tonight,” he said. “Tonight, I just want to get to know you.”
I nodded,focusing back on my food.
“Who the fuckinvited you?”
I raised my headto the sound of my brother’s angry voice and scowled. “I did, Cash.”
“Daisy,” hegrowled.
“You got aproblem, man, we can go talk privately,” Huck said. “But you’re not gonna usethat tone with your sister. Understand?”
Cash crossed hisarms. “Yeah, who’s gonna stop me?”
“Well, if hedoesn’t, I sure as hell am,” Dad warned. “What the fuck, Cash?”
Cash rolled hiseyes. “Jesus, Dad, you know I’d never do anything to Ducky.”
Dad raised aneyebrow. “Yeah, then what’s with the attitude?”
“You know what?”Cash said. “It’s family night. There’s no attitude.” He turned on his heel andwalked back inside.
I sighed. “Sorryabout my brother, he can be a bit overbearing.”
“It’s all good.”Huck stood, making his way to my dad. “I’m Huck, Mr. Carver. It’s nice to meetyou.”
Dad shook hishand. “Call me Booker. Good to meet you, too.”
“Is Cash okay?”I asked.
“Gonna findout,” Dad said, turning to Huck. “But do I need to worry about you checkingCash into the boards again?”
Huck met mydad’s eyes. “Depends on if he’s gonna keep taking a threatening tone with yourdaughter.”
“Right.” Dadsighed. “I see we’re gonna need to keep an eye on this.”
I dropped myhead to the table with a groan.
Jesus, thesealpha men are going to kill me.
A hand settledon my lower back. “Daisy?”
“What?” Igrumbled, my head still on the table.
“You good?”
I lifted my headand looked at him. “Are you going to get into some kind of knock-down-drag-outwith my brother?”
He grinned,popping another piece of steak into his mouth. “Depends.”
