I always thought I was more of a hot vacation kind of person, but it turns out, any vacation is fun when Scout is around.
I soak up every second of his infectious laughter as we sledge down hills and have endless snowball fights.
Even Cormac has had a smile on his face, which is the first I’ve seen in weeks.
I don’t want to get my hopes up, but I think having some time with just the three of us is exactly what we needed.
“No way do you loveK-Pop Demon Hunters.” Scout gapes at me from across the table, momentarily forgetting the enormous icecream sundae in front of him.
It turns out that despite Cormac hiring out the entire resort for just the three of us, the buffet is still fully stocked with enough food to feed a small army, and Scout is making the most of it,especiallythe make-your-own sundae bar.
I nod. “It’s my favorite movie.”
Cormac sits at the head of the table, looking between Scout and me like we’ve both grown an extra head. “I’m sorry, K-What?”
I wave a hand. “Don’t worry. You wouldn’t like it.”
“Yeah, Dad. You’re not cool enough.” Scout rolls his eyes, and I have to stifle a laugh at the look on Cormac’s face.
He frowns. “Since when am I not cool?”
“Since always,” I say without missing a beat.
Scout reaches across the table and high-fives me, grinning.
“I’m being bullied by my own kid.”
“This is payback for all the years you bullied Uncle Brennan,” Scout says, and I choke on my wine.
“Did he say that? Because I’ll tell you right now that’s a lie,” Cormac says firmly.
“Is it?” I challenge.
Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say.
Cormac gives me a look that tells me I’m crossing into dangerous territory. He narrows his eyes, refusing to break eye contact.
In the past, a look like that would have ended up with me bent over the table and him teaching me a very valuable lesson, so I quickly knock back some more wine and pray that my cheeks stop burning before Cormac realizes.
But from the way his eyes darken, I have a feeling he’s thinking the exact same thing, which only makes my cheeks burn even hotter and a subtle ache build between my thighs.
Scout thankfully draws the attention back to him. “What aboutMinecraft? Have you played that?”
“Seriously, what are you two talking about?” Cormac grumbles.
I ignore Cormac. “IloveMinecraft. I used to play it with my roommate in college.”
“You are the epitome of cool,” Cormac mutters under his breath.
I reach for my wine and subtly flash him the middle finger as I take a sip.
Scout wrinkles his nose. “I made Ray watch theMinecraftmovie, but I don’t think he liked it.”
“Well, I would be happy to watch it with you, as long as we can watchEncantoafterwards.”
Scout’s eyes widen before he tosses his spoon on the table and starts singing at the top of his lungs.
“We don’t talk about Bruno, no, no, no.”
