“It’s so nice to meet you,” Claire said. She held her hand out and the woman shook it briefly. “This is my daughter, Hattie,” Claire said. “Hattie, can you say hi to Brandon and Tyson?” “Hi,” Hattie said. “Do you like playing with trucks?” Brandon Junior just stared at her, he looked to be about ten and favoured his father in looks, but Tyson nodded shyly. “Me too. I don’t have my truck with me though. Mama made me leave it at home.” “Nana has a playroom,” Tyson said. “There’s trucks in it. I’ll show it to you if you want.” “Can I, mama?” Hattie said pleadingly. “Yes you may, honey,” Claire said. “But remember to share the toys with Tyson.” “I will,” Hattie replied. Donna patted her older son on the back. “Go with them, Brandon.” He rolled his eyes but followed Hattie and Tyson from the room as Jude waved at Deacon from across the room. He was holding two shot glasses of amber liquid, and a small grin crossed Deacon’s face.
