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I shake my head. “Nope.Pitch Perfectis one where they’re singing for a purpose, while inRentthey don’t. And those would be my other two choices.”
“The only one of those I’ve seen isStepbrothers—it’s one of my favorites as well.”
“That’s not surprising. The others don’t really jump out as something you’d watch on your own. What would your five movies be?”
“Back to the Future, Pearl Harbor, The Shawshank Redemption, Stepbrothers,andHomeward Bound.”
“You didn’t even have to think about it?”
Chuckling, he says, “Nope. Only because it was an ice breaker in one of my college classes.”
“And they haven’t changed at all?”
I watch him shake his head at the question. “There are others that’d be close, but none have knocked them from the top.”
“I’ve obviously seenStepbrothers. The only other one of yours I’ve watched isHomeward Bound.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing out on,” he tells me. “We’re about ten minutes out. So, I want to tell you what to expect once we get there. Mom is going to be all over the place, cleaning things that are already spotless while trying to throw together the food. She doesn’t let us help. Dad gave up trying yearsago and Beckett is banned from the kitchen unless she specifically asks for his help.”
I laugh. “He’sbanned?Does that hurt his little chef’s heart?”
“It did at first. Then he quickly realized it was in his best interest to stay out. Mainly for his anal tendencies.”
“As long as the system works,” I tell him with a shrug.
“It does. I only wanted to give a heads up because she’ll be running around like a chicken with its head cut off and refusing help.”
Smiling, I nod. “Good to know.”
A few minutes later, we’re pulling into the driveway. The house is a cute, pale blue two-story house. There are flower beds and boxes on the porch railing, that I’m sure are absolutely stunning in nicer weather. Once we get out and rush to the front door, he opens it without knocking.
“Mom,” he calls out, “we made it.”
“In the kitchen,” she sings back.
Spencer and I look at one another, smiling. We stop to say hi to Beckett and for him to introduce me officially to his dad. Bill stands, hugging his son, then moving to hug me. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“It’s nice to see you, too. And happy birthday.”
“Thank you,” and with that, he sits back down on the couch to watch the weather channel.
When we walk into the kitchen, his mom turns off the hand mixer. “I’m so glad you made it safely. It’s nasty out there.”
June wipes off her hands, then walks over to us, grabbing Spencer to give him a big hug. When they pull apart, he grabs my hand. “Mom, you remember Emmaline.”
“Don’t be silly,” she waves him off. “Of course I remember this gorgeous girl.” She hugs me while whispering loud enough for Spencer to hear, “He acts like I’m senile but I’m far too young for all of that.”
He sighs, throwing up his arms, completely exasperated. “I can’t win. I’m going to sit on the couch.”
As soon as he walks away, June and I finally let our laughter loose. “He and his brother are just so easy to mess with.”
“You’d get along with my best friend, Mia. She loves messing with Beckett anytime he’s around. We even got to mess with Sebastian at his game last week. He called us cruel after we said we’d get some embarrassing childhood pictures of him and put them on the internet.”
“Oh honey, I’ve got so many hilarious photos of the three of them, that would make them want to crawl into a hole and die if anyone saw.”
“I absolutely must see those before we leave tonight.”
“You got it,” she says with a wink. “What’s that you have in your hands?”
