Chapter 1“But Dad, it’s not fair,” Brad whined.
Dorian frowned at his thirteen-year-old son. “We’ve had this discussion before, young man. Not until you’re twenty-one. End of story.”
“But that’s not…” Brad looked at his sister for help.
“I have to wait too.” Margie shrugged and went back to her book.
“Yeah, but only…” Brad did a quick calculation in his head. “Three years. I’ve gotta wait eight years. It’s not fair!” He stomped his foot.
“Life’s not fair, brat,” his brother said, ruffling his hair.
“Stop that, Griff!” Brad threw himself down in the corner of the sofa to sulk.
Cecily came in from the kitchen, stopped to kiss Dorian’s cheek, and then took in the situation. “Brad, do you really want to…” She shook her head in amusement, envisioning the results if he could get his wish.
