Landon sat down at one of the kitchen islands, digging into the plate of food Celia had given him and ignoring the odd stares from Hazel and Brady. Darcy, to her credit, seemed completely unfazed by the constant presence of one of the alpha’s sons these days.
“So tell me again why you punched Lucas in the face this time,” Celia asked, going back to plating up more of the pulled pork for lunch.
Landon shrugged. “Do I really need a good reason to hit him? Sometimes the fact that he’s my little brother is reason enough.”
Celia rolled her eyes. “I’ll never understand the way you two fight.”
“You don’t have a brother,” he countered, his mouth full.
“No, I don’t,” she agreed, sliding the tray onto the serving counter. “But I can’t imagine feeling the urge to just haul off and hit someone I
