“Mind your manners, Lucas Eaton,” Cade says while pulling a pan out from under the stove. “Answer the question, Rhett.”
Rhett glances over at Beau and says, “You can contact my agent for a comment.”
Beau barks out a laugh and looks over at me, hands held up in prayer position. “Please, Summer. Make my day. Tell me he’s in time out. Tell me he’s a thirty-two-year-old man with a full-time nanny.”
I press my lips together, dedicated to not throwing Rhett under the bus—no matter how badly I’d like to. “I’m new at the firm. This job is so that I can get some experience under my belt outside of the office.”
“Yeah. She told me that too,” Cade interjects as he seasons a sizeable chunk of beef now. “I think Miss Hamilton might be full of shit though.”
“Mind your manners, Daddy!” Luke shouts, right as Harvey scolds him, “Cade!”
I rub a hand over my mouth to cover my smile. You grow up around Kip Hamilton and a few bad words aren’t going to phase you.
“I’ll go grab dinner in town, leave you all to it. I don’t want to be a nuisance.”
Beau holds up a hand to stop me. “Not a chance, Summer. You’re going to take a seat and tell us everything over Cade’s famous pot roast. Then I’m going to take us all for drinks in town at The Railspur so you can get a warm Chestnut Springs welcome and meet my buddy, Jasper.”
“Jasper is home?” Harvey’s head snaps up from where he was watching his grandson with an amused expression on his face.
And just like that, I’m sucked into a dinner of hearty home-cooked food, friendly taunting, and comfortable laughter.
Even Rhett lightens up now that it’s not just us, but he still avoids looking at me throughout the meal.