" Tavish stepped directly up to the man, nearly nose to nose. “Who put you in charge of Katie’s welfare?” Granny shushed them loudly. “I declare, the two of you are worse than a couple of tomcats fighting over a molly. If you’d stop your screeching for one minute I could open the window and listen in.” Tavish didn’t look away from Joseph. The man didn’t look away from him, either. They’d never spoken their rivalry out loud, but Tavish knew it was well and truly there. "

― Sarah M. Eden , Hope Springs (Longing for Home, #2)