Page 91 of Single Dad Dilemma
Bryce’s mouth fell open.
Griffin nose wrinkled. “That’s not a word.”
“Yes, it is,” I said firmly. “Trust me.”
He pointed at the board. “That’s not a word.” Turning in his chair, he motioned for his fiancée. “Ruby Tate, come look at this sh—” He paused, looking at the kids. “Crap,” he finished. “He’s cheating.”
She rolled her eyes but left the couch, sliding her arms around his shoulders as she stared at the board. “That is a word,” she confirmed.
“What?How?”
Maggie steepled her hands together and smiled. “It’s a leaf on a shrub that we don’t know the name of. Go look it up.”
Griffin was out of his chair before I could blink. “You think I won’t. Bryce, don’t give up.”
My son sighed. “It’s a word, Uncle Griffin. Just let it go.”
“No way,” my brother yelled. His voice came from the den, and I tucked my hands into my pockets and followed. He’d taken a seat at my desk and tapped my computer to life.
Panic made my chest go cold. “Why can’t you look it up on your phone?”
“It’s in the bedroom,” he said, eyeing me strangely when I tried to swipe the computer. “See? I knew you were fucking cheating.”
“Give me my computer.” I used my scariest coach voice, and Griffin rolled his eyes. I lunged forward again.
He held it out of reach. “This is just like when we were in high school, and I was trying to show Dad that one play in practice and you didn’t want me to because it made you look bad.”
“Grow up,” I snapped. “That was a million years ago. Give me my laptop.”
Ruby appeared behind me. “What is going on in here?”
“He won’t give me my computer,” I said tersely.
Griffin held it over his head. “He won’t let me prove he’s not cheating.”
Her face was frozen in shock as she glanced between the two of us. “How old are you two?”
“He started it,” we said in unison.
She held her hand out. “Griffin, give it to me.”
He scoffed but did as his fiancée asked. The screen flared to life when her hand swiped over the mouse pad, and her eyes narrowed imperceptibly. When the words registered, her gaze snapped in my direction.
I set my jaw and held my hand out.
“Right,” she said primly, then tried to hand it over to me.
Griffin got it first.
“You dick,” I muttered. “I take it back. You can’t sleep here tonight.”
“Too late,” he said absently, turning the screen in his direction. “How to flirt with a woman,” he read. His eyes flew to mine, a wide smile breaking open over his face. “You googled it? You had togooglethis?”
“Give me my fucking computer,” I said, snatching it out of his hands.
Griffin bent over, hands resting on his knees, while he laughed. My cheeks were red, no doubt, and even Ruby, polite as she was, gave me an apologetic look.
“Griffin, shut up,” she said, smacking his shoulder.
