Page 67 of Eleven of a Kind

“My art teacher said I have a real gift with clay. I wish I could do it more often.”

“It means that much to you?” I asked.

“Yeah, Dad. It does. It’s something I really love and am good at.”

“Finish your homework and go to bed.” I kissed her forehead.

I walked out of her room, went downstairs, and poured myself a scotch. Opening the sliding door, I stood on the patio, pulled out my phone, and sent a text to Stefan.

“Can you run down here for a minute?”

“Sure. Be there in a few.”

I finished my drink and set my glass on the table just as Stefan walked over.

“What’s up?” He smiled.

“Is that the spot you were thinking for Riley’s pottery studio?” I pointed.

“Yep. That’s the spot.” He grinned. “Are you thinking about doing it?”

“Yeah. I am.”

“It won’t be cheap, but you’ll get the family discount.” He patted my back. “Don’t forget to factor in all the equipment she needs.”

“I have fifteen birthdays and Christmases to make up for.” I glanced at him.

“Very true, cousin.” He smiled. “I’ll talk to Sammy in the morning and have him draw something up. Then we can present it to Riley and see what she thinks.”

“Sounds good. Thanks, Stefan. I appreciate it.”

After Stefan left, I heard Grayson’s sliding door open.

“Hey. What’s going on over there?” He smiled.

“Did you just get home?” I asked.

“Yeah. A trauma came in just as I was about to leave. Did I just see Stefan over here?” He walked over.

“Yeah. I’m going to build Riley her own pottery studio.”

“Wow. That’s awesome, bro. Does she know yet?”

“No. I’ll tell her when Sam and Stefan get the drawings done.”

“Damn.” He cocked his head at me.

“What?”

“You just slid into fatherhood like no big deal.” He grinned. “How’s Piper?”

“She seemed okay when I dropped her and her mom off.”

“You can deny it all you want, bro, but I know you have feelings for her.”

“I’m not denying anything.”

“Huh?” His brows furrowed. “You’re not?”

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