Big Brody shakes his head. “Ye’re actin’ like a lass, Nan. Nae!”
“Maybe ye should stay?” Leith holds her at arms distance.
“Nae.” She slaps at his attempt at affection and exits the room.
By now, Chevelle has an arm around Jamie, who is at least a foot taller than her, hugging him and whispering in his ear.
“I need to talk to my mom,” Jamie mutters.
“Give her some time,” Chevelle suggests.
When his father agrees, Jamie pushes away from Chevelle. “Fuck this. I’m going to my room!”