Breathe

Chace was surprised that song endured but apparently it had.

Robbie leaned into his brother, face screwed up again but a different way this time, “Shut up, Jarot!”

“You shut up, Robbie,” Jarot shot back, leaning in.

“I’m having all girls,” Faye whispered and Chace swallowed down a chuckle but did it on an arm squeeze for Faye.

Then he called, “Yo,” and both boys looked at him. “Robbie, give me back my badge.” Robbie looked ready to decline this order until Chace removed his arm from around Faye again. After a quick head to toe of Chace whereupon he correctly ascertained Chace could take him, he then thought better of it and jerked Chace’s badge his way. Chace took it but didn’t flip it closed. Instead he showed it to them and asked, “This cool to you?”

Both boys nodded their agreement avidly, eyes aimed at his badge.

Chace flipped it closed and got their eyes aimed at his face.

“You’d be right. It is. Man has this, he doesn’t say girls are gross and he also doesn’t tell anyone to shut up. Even his brother. Even when his brother is teasin’ him. It’s cool because he’s cool. You don’t get one of these unless you can be cool. Now, can you two be cool?”

“I can be cool,” Jarot offered immediately and Chace reckoned he could but Robbie clearly had to think on this awhile.

“Robbie?” Chace prompted and Robbie looked at him.

Then Robbie proved he might be a cuss but he was an honest one.

“Maybe,” he answered.

“How about you be that way just for tonight?” Chace suggested. “No more callin’ your Aunt Faye gross.”

Robbie’s head tipped to the side again and he sought clarification, “Can I call her gross if she kisses me?”

“No,” Chace answered.

Robbie’s mouth moved around for a bit before he asked, “Can I fight with Jarot?”

“No,” Chace repeated.

Robbie’s mouth moved around some more as Chace buried his urge to laugh.

“Well, I’m bein’ cool,” Jarot put in at this point, back straight, voice haughty, looking down his nose at Robbie. “’Cause if I am, Dee-tetive Keaton’ll put a good word in for me when I become a cop. And the first person I’m arresting is,” he leaned toward his brother and finished, “you.”

“You aren’t arresting me!” Robbie shouted.

“I am!” Jarot shouted back.

“Jesus,” Boyd muttered.

“What’s with the shouting?” Silas shouted, walking into the room carrying his own beer. He stopped and looked down at his grandsons. “What? A man gets his shoutin’, fightin’ kids outta the house only to have his kids’ shoutin’, fightin’ kids come into it? Yeesh. Give an old man a break,” he said to the boys.

“But Jarot said he’s gonna arrest me,” Robbie defended himself.

“He probably will, you don’t clean up your act,” Silas returned. “A good time to start is now. Your grandmother’s settin’ the table. She could use some help.”

Faye made a move to get up at the same time Liza did but it was Faye who said quietly, “I’ll help, Dad.”

“You’ll sit your keister down, visit with your old man and the boys will help their grandma,” Silas returned then he looked down at Jarot and Robbie, his brows up, “Boys?”

Jarot shuffled out.

Robbie hesitated.

“Robert,” Boyd warned.

Robbie shot his Dad a rebellious look before he shuffled out too.

Chace returned his badge to his pocket and put his arm around Faye again.

Silas settled into another armchair.

“Just so you know, she might be quiet and she’s always been cute as a button but both of these hid the demon within,” Silas informed him, not leading into it even a little and Chace did his best not to stare. “There’s a temperament behind that hair, son. So, my advice, don’t catch it from Faye.”

“Totally,” Liza agreed.

“You guys,” Faye put in, shifting uncomfortably at his side.

“Don’t act all innocent,” Liza told her then looked at Chace, “She chased me around the house with scissors.”

“I did not!” Faye returned heatedly. “You did that to Jude.”

“You so chased me around with scissors. Jude chased you with the fire poker.”

He felt Faye turn to look up at him, he gave her his gaze and she confirmed, “This actually happened.”

“And she actually chased me with scissors,” Liza took their attention by repeating.

“Liza, I did not,” Faye retorted.

“You totally did,” Liza fired back.

Faye gave up and tried something new. “You were a hair puller.”

“So were you,” Liza returned.

“Of course I was, because you were. It called for retaliatory measures and that was my only choice,” Faye replied.

Liza gave up on Faye and looked to Chace. “She also mixed all my makeup together.”

Faye didn’t give up on Liza and leaned toward her. “That was because you told Danny I had a crush on him.”

Liza’s eyebrows shot up. “So?”

“I didn’t have a crush on Danny!” Faye shot back. “I had a crush on his brother Dillon! Danny thought I liked him so he kissed me in front of Dillon.” She flounced back in the couch, throwing out a hand, “And there went my shot at Dillon.”

“Like you’d take that shot,” Liza muttered the God’s honest truth.

“No, but if Dillon had, I would have taken that,” Faye returned on an out and out lie.

“Now I’m glad I got boys,” Boyd said to no one.

“Who’s Dillon?” Chace asked Faye and, for some reason, Liza found this hilarious and he knew this because she burst out laughing.

“Nobody,” Faye muttered, glaring across the room at her sister.

“Cutest boy in school,” Liza answered and Chace looked back to her. “Or was. Now he’s got a beer belly the size of Texas, is thirty-one years of age and is working on wife three, kid five and still thinks his stuff doesn’t stink because he was captain of the football team fourteen years ago.”

Jesus, Chace knew the guy.

“Dillon Baumgarner?” he asked.

“You know him?” Liza asked back.

He did, unfortunately. The guy was a dick who, Liza was right, had a huge gut and thought his shit didn’t stink. Regrettably, he was able, with a bewildering frequency, to convince women of this fact. He went through them like water, whether he was committed to one legally or not. This wasn’t the only reason he was a dick. He was just a dick.