“Who else is coming?”
“Cash tomorrow, Levi this weekend, and Tripp next week. Wyatt and Ellie whenever they can clear their schedules. But I swear they still don’t know what Denver actually means. They just know, you know, the general Denver thing.”
“I won’tDenveragain.”
Probably.
I learned my lesson.
And this is a completely different situation.
Beck hands Ava a stick of string cheese from the diaper bag that he’s set on the bench on the other side of the table.
“Mo mush-oom,” she says.
“But the cheese is yummy.”
She death-glares at him.
I suck in a smile. “Think your kid just called you a liar.”
“Cheese isdelicious. Don’t insult cheese. It’s the pinnacle of all food groups.”
“Maybe brie. Some high-quality blue. Goat. Honey goat. Sarah’s magic cheeseball recipe that she perfected for you. But not that crap you’re trying to give her.”
“Not dat cwap,” Ava agrees.
“Mommy’s gonna love all of your new words,” he says to her with another wince.
She grins.
I grin too, knowing he’s wrong. Sarah’s pretty chill.
Not much better in life than watching your buddies fall in love and have kids who will grow up to be just like them.
We had a fuck ton of fun as kids.
Even when I felt like I was on the fringes, it was fun.
Love to see that legacy live on.
I squat next to the table and poke her in the foot. “Hey, Ava, you know what’s better than mushrooms?”
Big blue eyes turn to stare at me while she nibbles on a piece of a portabella.
“Dragon fruit.”
“Eat dwagon?”
“It has scales like a dragon, and it tastes like a dragon.”
Her gaze jumps between me and Beck.
“You better have dragon fruit too,” Beck mutters to me.
Like I’d torture his kid—or myself—by making her cry.
“Dwagon taste wike cookie?” Ava asks.
