Mack shrugged. “Maybe. It’s not time for that, though. We’ll see what happens. Millie and I need to get out there first and get established. She’s the most important thing, and then we’ll see what happens.”
“I get that. I’m looking forward to re-meeting Millie. You’re going to let us around her out in San Diego, right?”
“You—definitely. I’m not so sure about Mar, though,” Mack said, shaking his head. “I think Millie might be a little young for that kind of energy.”
“You’re way too protective of her. She’s going to get to college and go hog wild. Got to let them experiment a little bit.”
“Fuck you. You didn’t let your daughters do shit when they were teenagers. And I’m not convinced you don’t have them under surveillance at college.”
Chase sighed. “I wish. Every time they come home for a visit, they’re wearing less clothes. Mariel told me they wear more clothes than she did when I was chasing her.”
“Is that supposed to make you feel better? I saw how you went after her.”
“Right? Like I want some asshole pursuing my daughter like I did with Mar. I’ve always said we should start a business where retired SEALs keep an eye on active SEALs’ daughters.”
“Worst plan ever. Like we could trust them not to hit on our daughters themselves.”
“Yeah. You’re not wrong. I’m glad you and Millie are going to be out there with us, though. I’m struggling a little with hanging this all up. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with my time. It makes me nervous. Mar and I are already fighting about it.”
“You’ll figure it out. Mar’s feisty, but she’s crazy about you. She’ll help you through it. And what she doesn’t help you with, I’ll pick up.”
“You’re going to help me? Like what? You going to go into therapy or something?”
“I’ll help you drown your problems in beer and whiskey. Just like I do now.”
“Appreciate it, brother,” Chase said, chucking Mack on the shoulder. “Seriously, man. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”