“Quit mocking Theo while I’m not outside to enjoy it,” Zen calls through the kitchen window while the rest of us laugh.
Theo’s totally unfazed, as usual. He looks at Jonas. “You ever go camping?”
“And not on a movie set,” Grey says.
Jonas shakes his head. “Not recently.”
I wonder what he defines asrecently. Onecouldcall passing out on a stranger’s porchcamping.
But that was two and a half years ago.
Theo doesn’t break his concentration on Jonas. “We should go.”
“Am I invited?” Grey asks.
“Naturally.”
“The triplets?”
“We’re sitting this one out,” Jack says.
“Plausible deniability,” Lucky agrees.
Decker claims Zen’s open seat. “Can I watch from a distance?”
Jonas isn’t breaking eye contact with Theo either. “Sure,” he says. “Let’s go camping.”
“Has to be soon,” Grey says. “I’m not leaving Sabrina’s side once she hits her third trimester.”
“Next week,” Theo agrees.
I open my mouth, and it’s like all three of them hear the motion. They all turn and look at me.
And all three of them are silently telling me to stay out of it.
Likemy sonisn’t the reason they’re doing this.
“Name a date,” Jonas says. “I’ll clear my calendar.”
The back door opens, and Bash barrels out.
But instead of running straight to me, he runs to Jonas.
I freeze.
Jonas inhales an audible breath. “Hey, bud. What’s up?”
Bash points to Jonas’s shirt. “Dat titty wike Fwed.”
Jonas looks down at his T-shirt. “You think?”
Bash nods. “You have titty?”
“No kitties. But I have a friend with a dog.”
“Wike Ditta?”
Jonas nods. His fingers twitch like he wants to hug Bash, but he keeps still otherwise, arms resting on the armrests. “Like Jitter. Little smaller. He can do tricks, like opening the refrigerator.”
