Sixty-One

“What happened this morning here between you and… oh god, I just realized… my son’s ex and my ex—”

There was a short burst of a snort from Tommy before he clamped a hand to his mouth and ducked his head towards his mother’s nearest arm, and Yna hid a smile. Or tried to.

Eric rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Dad, you’re traumatizing the kid.”

There was a bigger snort from her brother that had him totally smacking his whole face on their mother’s back.

“Hija, what I was saying,” the Señor, trying to get back on track as he tried not to grin at Tommy’s machinations, given his topic was supposedly serious, “was that what happened this morning was deplorable, and I swear that it will never happen again as long as you’re here with us in the hacienda. The same goes for your family, as they will become my family, too. But when you marry Eric, you are going to be living with him wherever he is. When it comes to your security, you have to compromise with him until, at least, you are more us