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“I like your sisters.”
“They like you back, but the competition for ‘best guest’ at game night wasn’t tough. It was either you, Nigel, or Anna Mae.”
“I think you’re underestimating Nigel’s likability.”
“That’s not what you said last week. You said that Nigel is all wrong for me.”
“I meant it.”
Do I dare say that I think I’m right for her? That she’s right for me?
“We always talk about my family,” she says. “What about you? Do you have any family nearby?”
She’s asking personal questions. That’s a good sign, right?
“I only have one sibling. My older brother, Logan, and his wife, Hillary, live five minutes away. Their son, Boston, is Krew’s age. He plays on the baseball team too. And then Logan also has a three-year-old daughter, Madi.”
“That’s nice that Krew has cousins nearby.”
“It really is. Especially since they’re his only cousins. Kristen didn’t have any siblings. And Logan and Hillary have really helped me out a lot with babysitting the last two years.”
“What about your parents? Do they babysit?”
“My mom would if they still lived here, but a couple of years ago, they moved to Georgia for my dad’s work. He owns a ladder company.”
“I bet you really miss them.”
“I miss my mom, but it doesn’t matter if my dad lives here or if he lives in Georgia. He doesn’t care about me no matter where he’s at.”
“You guys don’t get along?”
“We get along fine. He’s just more interested in working than being a father.”
“Dad?” Krew pushes the door open. His eyes are droopy, and his hair is askew. “I had a bad dream.”
“Oh, I better let you go so you can help him,” Meg says.
She must have bat-like hearing.
I close my hand into a fist, frustrated by the interruption. I could talk to Meg all night, but Krew is my number one.
“Yeah, I better go settle him down. It was nice to talk to you.”
“Yeah, you too. I liked getting to know you a little better.”
The problem is, the more we get to know each other, the harder it’s going to be to stay friends.
CHAPTER23
TYLER
“Tyler, can you pass the salt?” Hillary asks between bites of her food.
It’s Saturday night. I invited Logan’s family to the local Chili’s restaurant with us. Krew came home from school with some coupons so we decided to put them to good use.
“Sure.” I reach across the table, handing her the shakers.
“Have you talked to Meg this week?” Logan asks.
