Chapter Twenty-One
“It seems to me that we haven’t properly thanked our host,”
he said as he lifted his wine glass in a toast to Jenner and our fabulous
meal. Hell, I was sure Shane could kick the bucket tomorrow and he’d die a
happy man full of pasta.
Everyone began cheering and even Daryl jumped in and yelled,
“Booya!” whatever that meant.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Carl suddenly smiled, his cute pearly whites showing. “Cool.
I always wanted you and Uncle Shane to get married, but Dad always said
you and Uncle Shane didn’t love each other like that. Was he wrong?”
“Carl!” Lori
exclaimed, as always, conveniently showing up to overhear on of the most
embarrassing conversations of my life.
Carl winced and Sophia giggled. I had to admit, I was fighting off a smile
myself. My goofy nephew was just too
much sometimes.
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