“Am I interrupting anything?”
“What? No. No. What’s up?”
“Cooper and I are having dinner with Grant tonight and we wanted to invite you. Just across the yard at Grant’s house. Can you come?”
“What’s the occasion? Did the two of you get married or something?” Wyatt asked, teasing, but also not. Adam knew his son well enough to hear the seriousness in his inflection.
“Uhm.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Actually, yeah. It wasn’t a big deal. We just did it right now at the courthouse.”
“Wait. What? I was half joking, Dad. You two literallyjustgot married?”
He laughed, the ridiculousness of the whole thing sounding far out of reach when Wyatt said it like that. “Yeah. On our lunch break.”
“And you didn’t invite me?”
“We didn’t invite anyone,” he corrected. “No one knows. That’s the point of dinner tonight.”
“I’m flattered that you told me before Grant,” Wyatt said.
“The plan was to tell you both together, but you guessed and I didn’t want to lie to you.” Adam paused for a beat. “Are you okay with this?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know, kiddo. Because of everything going on with you and Mike.”
“There’s nothing going on with me and Mike,” Wyatt said sharply. “The divorce is final. We’re nothing to each other.”
“And have you decided if you’re staying?”
“I figured we could talk about it soon, but yes. I’d like to stay. If you’re sure about me staying in the house and stuff.” Wyatt cleared his throat. “I have to quit my job, get my things from the city, find something new here. There’s a lot to consider, but I think it’s best that I start over somewhere else.”
“We’ll sort it all out, Wyatt, I promise. Just know you’ll always have a home here, okay?”
“I know, Dad,” Wyatt grumbled, sounding ever the petulant teenager.
“So, you’ll come for dinner? Cooper says it’s at six.”
“Does Grant know you’ve invited me?”
Adam put the car into reverse and backed out of the parking spot. His lunch break was nearly up and he needed to get back to the office.
“He’s my next call,” Adam said.
He shifted into drive and hit the gas. On the other end of the call, Wyatt sighed.
“Alright,” Wyatt finally said.
“It’s just another place setting,” Adam explained. “I promise it’s no big deal to add you on. It was all so last minute anyway.”
“I know. Alright. See you tonight, Dad. I’ve got to go. Need to start figuring out a plan of attack for the rest of my life.” Wyatt feigned excitement as his sentence trailed off, and Adam told his son he loved him and then ended the call.
He was nearly to the office, so he waited until he reached his desk to call Grant. He sounded frustrated when he picked up the phone, cursing under his breath like he was talking to someone else.
“What’s up, Adam?”
“Is now a bad time?” he asked.
“It’s fine. It’s fine,” Grant said.
