I walked into the kitchen to find Evan, wearing a pink apron, standing over Jett as he sat at the table, eating a cookie.
“Is it okay?” Anxiousness filled Evan’s lemonade scent as he watched Jett eat.
“It’s good, Baby, really.” Jett pulled Evan to him.
I looked at the rack of cookies on the table. “You made chocolate chip cookies?”
“All by myself.” Evan beamed. “Try one?”
“Absolutely, Love.” I took a bite of the cookie. I preferred mine soft and thick, not thin and caramelized, like these were. But they were very good, all things considered.
“They’re great.” I kissed him. “No Wes?”
“Wes was doing something with his dad, then grabbing what we needed for dinner,” Evan said.
“I’m here, Babe.” Wes burst in with bags of groceries.
“Good. Let me text Riley. I thought that they’d be home by now.” Evan looked at his phone and texted something. “Oh, shit.”
“What’s wrong?” Immediately, I went to his side.
And saw a mirror selfie of Grace in anincredibledress. “Oh.”
“Wow,” Wes breathed from over my shoulder. “I knew they went dress shopping, but that…”
“That dress looks like you can’t leave it on the floor,” Jett said.
No. I wasn’t sure where they were, but everything about that dress saidexpensive.
Evan texted her. He looked through other pictures, passing his phone around. They were all exquisite.
“That one. She chose that one, right?” Evan showed us another photo. This one was even more beautiful than the first. It also fit almost perfectly, where most of the others were too long.
“I really like this one.” Wes went back to the one where Grace was swallowed by tulle and flounces.
Evan took back his phone and sent another text.
“I… I was thinking of drawing her a grown-up version of the wedding dress I drew her in back in high school,” Wes said softly. “Especially since she was talking about getting it made.”
“I love that,” Evan said. “I don’t know why Lexi thinks it’s not pretty.”
“Probably because it’s fluffy. Lexi likes simple things,” Wes replied.
I looked at the bags. “How can I help?”
“We’ve got it under control.” Wes took things out of the bags.
“What are you making?” I eyed the ingredients. There was a lot of cheese.
“Something I used to make for Grace in our dreams. Yes, we dream-cooked. Yes, I woke up starving.” He set out some bacon.
“Oh, Riley says they’re buying a dress and leaving,” Evan said to Wes. “Should we get started?”
“Yeah.” Wes got a pot and a pan out, while Evan got down a baking dish,
Evan looked at Jett and me. “Why don’t you take your cookies to go?”
“Oh, you made cookies.” Wes’ eyes lit up. He shoved a whole cookie in his mouth. “Mmmm.” He kissed Evan’s forehead, mouth full of cookie.
