Chapter Sixty-Three
“Izzy, I-” He started to say as we passed the kitchen. His words were cut off as Maddox stepped out of the kitchen. A dish towel hung from his shoulder and his sleeves were pushed up on his muscular forearms.
“Sir, you’re back late. I was beginning to worry.”
Ian looked at me one last time before looking over at Maddox. “We had something come up. Leo wanted you to know that our dad is home.”
“Of course, I’ll go get his bags. Sir.” He said, pulling off the dish towel from his shoulder and tossing it onto the cabinet in the kitchen.
“Ian, please not sir.” He shouted at Maddox’s retreating form.
“Yes, Sir.” Maddox said before jogging towards the foyer.
“Why don’t you go get cleaned up and then join us?”
“Okay.” I said, pulling my hand away from his and looking d
