 “You shouldn’t be taking a phone call at the dinner table,” Sarah mumbled under her breath. Not that Levi could hear her since he was already having an animated conversation with whoever was on the phone.
“Mom, maybe this is an important call.” Nick gulped and awaited his fate. After eight weeks of hiding in Dubai they still had not heard anything. The threat of a murder accusation loomed over everything he did. From his dad’s angry expression, he was sure this was the call. “How am I supposed to raise my boys up right when their father isn’t setting a good example?” Sarah asked “We’re all adults, mother.” Liam lifted his glass of wine in a solemn toast. No one else returned the sentiment. “Not Jacob,” Sarah said, turning to their younger brother. At seventeen, he definitely looked like a boy. “And not little Joseph.” She rested her hand on top of her growing belly. At five months gestation, she was just starting to pop out. “And how is this my problem?” Levi asked into the phone, anger creeping into his voice. “I see.” Levi raised his head and narrowed his eyes, glancing around at each of his sons. “What do you suggest we do about this?” Levi paused with a scowl as he listened to whomever was on the other end of the phone. Everyone at the dinner table waited silently, and Nick felt his heart pound. “I agree. Uh huh. Yep. I’ll get right on that. You’ll be hearing from me soon.” Levi tapped the screen of his phone to end the call and took a long, calculated breath before raising his gaze and looking around at each of his sons in turn. “Which one of you got Daniel’s daughter pregnant?”
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