“Good for him,” I choked out.
“Is it though?” Killian mused.
My husbands and I all scowled at Killian.
“Oh, come on. You can't tell me I'm the only one who has noticed the resemblance.”
Raza growled. Didn't say anything, just growled and directed his golden glare at the King of Hell.
“What resemblance?” I asked.
“Seriously, Twilight?” Killian gave me a look that I should have given myself for feeling jealous. The how-can-you-be-so-dense look.
“Motherfu-uh-uh . . .” Daxon trailed off when our son looked over at him.
Sitting at the high table meant you only had one side of the table at your disposal. It was considered rude to face your back to the hall. So our kids were sitting between us, each by their father. And all those little ears were listening avidly to our conversation.
“Fudger,” Daxon finished lamely.
“Mother fudger?” Caelum asked.
“Don't repeat that,” I said.
“I won't,” Caelum said. “It doesn't make any sense.”
Daxon rolled his eyes, then reached over and buttoned Caelum's shirt. “Son, you need bigger pectorals before you go showing them off.”
Caelum scowled. “My pectorals are perfect for my age.”
“Yes, they are. Which is rather my point.”
“Aw, Dad! Do you have to do that now?” Caelum lowered his voice, “In front of everyone.”
“Sorry.” Daxon gripped our son's shoulder. “You're right. But next time, reel it in, my boy. Too much can look desperate and a Tromlaighe is never desperate.”
Caelum's eyes went wide, and his hands went to his flashy shirt. “What?”
“Your father's right,” I said. “Act like a peacock, and all you'll attract are hens.”
“What does that mean?” Killian whispered to me.
“It means that if he wants a beautiful girl, he needs to let her shine,” I said. “But if you want to be the pretty one, by all means, Cae, keep dressing like that.”
Caelum looked down at his shirt, then up at his dad. “But I love this shirt.”
I instantly felt awful. “Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry. Dress however you want. If it makes you happy, that's the most important thing.”
Caelum's lips twitched.
That little brat had played me. Oh, he was so like his daddy.
“Clothes are worn for many reasons,” Daxon said. “If you want to dress for yourself, then, by all means, wear whatever you like, Son. But if you're trying to get someone's attention, you need to consider whattheylike, not what you like. Understand?” He tapped his temple. “Mind games.”
Caelum went quiet, then nodded. “I have to think about what type of person she is attracted to.” His stare wandered over to Nighean.
My jaw fell.
Before I could say anything (about mind games or my little boy pursuing a grown woman), Daxon said, “Precisely. Though, you may want to aim for a younger target for now.”
