Marcus set down the spinning wheel carefully in front of one of the chairs, treating it with the same care he had since he was a wee one and trying it for the first time with his Mum looking over his shoulder.
He couldn't help the small smirk of pride at her expression, at the way she attacked his roving. But still, a muscle tightened at the back of his jaw, leaving him tense and itching when she turned back around. Fuck. Decision fucking time.
He jabbed one finger towards the chair. "Sit. And if one fucking word of this leaves this house ever I will make sure you never get your hands on any of this again." He couldn't hurt a woman, yeah, but he could bloody well threaten what he knew she wanted.