“All right, munchkins,” Silas said as he stepped into the living room, “go wash your hands. Sean, Theo, give them a hand.”
The brothers obediently herded their younger siblings out of the room. The dogs slowly stirred. They stood, stretched and trailed behind the family, leaving Caden alone with the Prescott’s reigning patriarch.
Caden stood, calmly studying the older man he had known since he was a child. Fatherhood suited him. Though others may be intimidated, his children knew nothing but his love and care. Silas was making good use of his retirement, but Caden sensed some underlying tension and after his talk with Levin and Mica he was fairly certain he knew the cause.
“So, Caden,” Silas said as the young man faced him.
“Sir.”
“I suppose you know what I have to say.”
“I have
