" Jack grabbed a towel and a glass. Then he was in front of him, glaring down at him, wiping the spots out of the glass to keep from choking him. “Liz all right?” “Yeah. I found her out at the river and we had a talk. Nice and calm. I told her I was sorry for that whole business. For everything.” “I ever see anything like that again, I don’t know if I can keep from beating the shit outta you. I know I taught you better than that.” “I’m sorry, Jack. That was horrible and I know it.” “It was all I could do to keep from dragging you behind the shed.” A smile came to Rick’s lips. Jack was in everything, meddling, and it often got him in trouble. “I’ll bet,” Rick said. “I "
― Robyn Carr , Paradise Valley (Virgin River, #7)