Chapter Eighteen
Mari
The car ride home from my family’s house was silent. I tried to get Liam to tell me what he and my mom had talked about, but he just said she’d only read his cards. “A bunch of bollocks,” he’d muttered more than once.
Tonight hadn’t gone as well as I’d hoped. Despite telling my dad to lay off Liam, he’d been like a dog with a smelly, disgusting bone. While Liam had been with my mom, I’d told my dad to cool it. He’d countered that he’d “cool it” when he’d seen evidence that I hadn’t married a hooligan.
“Dad, a hooligan? Seriously? What year is this, 1955?” I’d said in exasperation.
“That was the nicest term I could come up with.”
Lucky for me and unluckily for Dani, our dad had decided that he’d wanted to discuss something with Jacob. Apparently both Dani and I h
