Chapter 31
“Shelby won’t help do the dishes!”
Jacob closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, and fought the urge to yell. He was getting particularly tired of the continuing drama between Shelby and Peter. Jacob counted to ten and opened his eyes.
Peter stood in front of him, one hand on his hip, while Shelby sat at the table, smirking.
“Sit down, Peter,” Jacob ordered.
“But—”
“Now. And Shelby, wipe that look off your face this second.”
Shelby’s eyes opened wide and he sat up straighter as Peter slid into the chair next to him.
Jacob marched to the counter to make coffee, choosing to keep silent until the task was done. Once he hit the button to start the Keurig, he turned and leaned against the counter, his arms folded. “For a while now, the two of you have been at each other’s throats.” Jacob gazed between them. Peter began to protest, but Jacob held up his hand. “Let me finish.”