Page 108 of Royal Fling
“And? We have a guest in the house. We have to feed him.”
“What’s all this noise, people?” A man who walked into the kitchen said in a deep southern drawl.
He was tall, muscular, attractive, and had a permanent scowl on his face. He had short, dark brown curls and brown eyes and looked about forty.
“Oh, Andy. You’re here!” Luke said. “This is August. August, this is my oldest,grumpybrother Andy.”
Andy huffed. “I hate that word.”
“Grumpy?” I asked.
“No. Oldest,” he corrected.
I nodded, biting down a laugh.
“So, you are the prince of Elysia then,” he said.
“Yes indeed. But please don’t bow. There’s no need.”
“Good. I wasn't planning to.”
Marina gasped, but I laughed.
“Good, Because I hate it,” I said, extending a hand to shake his.
“Where’s Kyle? Is he here?”
“He’s in the office,” Andy said.
That must be his partner who Luke had told me about.
“Go and get him. I wouldn’t want him to miss meeting August. I wouldn’t hear the end of it.” He directed the last part to me.
Andy didn’t say anything. He turned around and walked away, I assumed to do what Luke had asked.
I browsed the room, and Fisayo offered me a glass of iced tea.
“Where is everyone else?”
“They’ve all abandoned me,” Marina whined.
Luke rolled his eyes, but Paul was the one to correct her.
“They didn’t abandon you, Mom. They’re living their lives.”
“Same difference,” she muttered.
“Summer is at school,” Paul said.
“That’s Andy’s youngest daughter,” Luke explained.
“Melody is at work,” his dad said.
“That’s my sister.”
“Everyone else doesn’t live at home anymore.”
Marina sighed dramatically at her son’s comment.
