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“I told you I didn’t need a drink,” he snaps.
“I know, but I read online that if you have a beverage in your hand when you are around friends who are partaking in alcohol, it helps curb the desire to drink,” she tells him.
“I’m fine!”
“Dad!” Harlee yells.
He turns toward us and glares. “I’m not talking to you right now.”
“What, because you heard me having sex?” she says loudly, getting everyone’s attention.
Groaning, I pinch the bridge of my nose.
I know what my girl is doing. She’s getting the attention off of Adalyn to try to prevent her from further embarrassment.
“Harlee,” Honk hisses.
“Dad.”
“Are they always like this?” Hades asks nobody in particular.
“Always,” several of the guys say in unison.
Honk’s eyes soften as he stares at his daughter. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Now be nice to Adalyn. She’s done nothing wrong and is only trying to help.”
“It’s fine,” Adalyn cuts in.
Harlee shoots her a dirty look. “It’s not fine, and you know it. What did I tell you about not being a doormat?”
Adalyn flinches but nods. “You’re right.”
“Hey, what’s going on?” Reaper asks.
We turn and watch as he and Natalie approach. Natalie’s hair is messed up, and not just from the wind.
It looks like they had the same idea as Harlee and I did.
“Just reminding my father that kindness goes a long way,” Harlee says lightly.
Reaper nods as he looks over at Honk.
Honk tosses his hands up in the air. “What is this, pick on the old man day?”
“I mean, if the shoe fits,” Evelyn teases.
Reaper’s eyes dart to his sister. “When did you get here?”
“A while ago,” she tells him softly.
He opens his mouth to say something, but Natalie elbows him in the side, cutting him off.
I tug on Harlee’s hand, getting her attention. “Come on, let’s go sit.”
We make our way over to the firepit and I take a seat in one of the empty chairs. Harlee laughs as she falls into my lap.
“There is a perfectly good chair right next to you that I could sit in,” she teases.
