Blaise:Just say yes.
Wes:I was thinking of spending the weekend in Hood Hamlet.
Hood Hamlet, a small alpine-inspired town on Mount Hood, wasn’t far—an hour-and-a-half drive from Portland, but that wouldn’t do.
Blaise:Come home early on Sunday or go next weekend.
Wes:What’s the big deal? The season’s just starting.
Blaise:We haven’t gotten together in a while.
Wes:Mason is still on his honeymoon.
Blaise:Then we can do this again when he’s back.
Wes:Fine, you convinced me.
Blaise:See you on Sunday.
The contract Trevor mentioned was on Blaise’s desk, but first, he wanted to ask Dash if he could hire Iris to plan the get-together. Wonderkid’s high school best friend cooked, cleaned, and ran his personal life. More than once, and jokingly, Blaise had offered to double Iris’s salary if she’d come work for him, but she claimed friendship trumped money. At least Dash let her help others when needed. Blaise needed her pulled-pork sliders on Sunday. He typed another text.
Blaise:Did you see my message in the group chat?
Dash:No. Which group chat?
Blaise:The one you started with the six of us.
Dash:Sorry, mind elsewhere.
Blaise:On work or women?
Dash:Huh?
Blaise:Okay, work.
Dash:Always work.
Blaise:So football and food on Sunday?
Dash:Want Iris to cater?
Blaise:You’re a mind reader.
Dash:Yours is easy to read.
Blaise:So Iris?
Dash:I’ll tell her to call you.
Blaise:Does this mean you’ll be there?
Dash:Since you’re stealing my cook for the day, I have to show up or I’ll starve.
Blaise:See you on Sunday.
Now, Blaise was getting somewhere. He had the second person he needed to be at his house and a cook extraordinaire to prepare the food. The only person missing—his matchmaker. Might as well check in with Hadley, too.
Blaise:Sunday is a go. Wes and Dash will be there.
