I made my way back towards the pack house with the twins, hand in hand again, just the way I liked it.
“Do you think they will be okay this week?” I was nervous. Maybe one of the boys could help talk me off the ledge.
“What's there to worry about?” Noah asked as he tenderly kissed the back of my hand.
“Uhm, I'm sorry, did you not meet my father at all?” I sassed back.
“Adam can handle him just fine.” Jace shrugged. I stop dead in my tracks. And just stare at them like they're thick. To be fair, that’s how they were coming across to me right now.
“I’m not worried about Adam. Of course, he can handle himself. It's Emily that I'm worried about,” I fuss.
If things were to get physical, I have no doubt Adam would win, but what would that do to my family? Dad wouldn't concede. Adam would b
