Would you want to?
Yes
Then it’s a date
Well, you know what I mean
A family date
I can’t wait
Chapter Twenty-Three
HARPER
Harper
I’m here
Marcus
Park by the garage so you don’t get wet
There’s a bad joke in there somewhere
You’re as bad as Bode
You set me up for it
Rain is coming down in sheets as a streak of lightning lights up the sky. Parking the car, I flip up my hood, grab my bag, and make a dash inside the open garage door where Marcus is waiting for me.
“Hi.”
“It is gross out.”
Marcus laughs, dropping a quick peck on my cheek. “Niceto see you too.”
I fist his sweatshirt, pulling him back down. “Hi.”
His lips are warm and sweet and taste like apples. When I step back, shaking the water off my coat, his eyes are lit up like the sky. How is this man so effortlessly sexy?
“The girls are excited to see you. They made you a sandwich.”
“Grilled cheese and apples by chance?”
Marcus nods, taking my coat as we step inside the garage. A clap of thunder rings out. “Yes. Dinner is in the tent tonight.”
“Tent?” I ask.
He points toward the living room. “Go see. The girls are waiting for you.”
Toeing off my shoes, I head through the kitchen into the living room where a movie is playing on the TV. A pink tent, bigger than any tent I’ve seen, fills the space in front of it with both flaps open. The second Sam spots me, her face lights up.
“Harper! We made you dinner.”
“I heard.” I sit down and cross my legs in front of them.
Sam pats the spot next to her. “There’s enough room for you in here.”
