Daniel blinked, then lifted his wrist in a limp flourish, feigning deep injury. “Ohhh, what’s this? You don’t want me here? Should I leave?”
But before he could take a step, Cassandra grabbed his hand tightly. “Why are you leaving?”
She swung her head back at me, eyes blazing. “Nathan, Daniel is family now. Can’t you treat him with some respect? Don’t bring your bad temper from outside back into our home!”
Her words stopped me cold.
Family? Since when? And how come I, the so-called man of the house, was the last to know?
But then again, what did it matter? She could sell our home without asking me. Why would she need my approval for anything else?
Having that thought, I laughed bitterly and remarked, “This little sissy only looks good in your eyes. If he wants to leave, let him leave. What’s with all the whining?”
Both of them froze, caught off guard by my bluntness.
“Who are you calling a sissy?” Daniel snapped. “Watch your mouth!”
He huffed and puffed like he was storming out. “Fine! I’ll leave, no need to insult me!”