Chapter 83

“That’s still two times too many.” Beck lifted the cape to Troy’s shoulders and fixed the clasp before kissing it.

Troy hadn’t worn his uniform and cape during his paternal leave; it both felt odd and familiar. He was a tuohygan, and helping people was in his DNA. It was right he get back to doing what he was destined to do, but he would nevertheless miss spending so much time being all cozy and domestic, just like any other father and husband.

“You’ll let me know if you or George have a problem?”

Beck smiled. “Yes, dear.”

“And watch out for that lathe. I think one of the bearings is loose or something. It was making an odd noise yesterday. Maybe I should call my dad to—”

Beck rolled his eyes. “Not planning on turning any wood today, and the lathe is just fine.”