I needed to stay busy.
The boys sat in a booth, studying.
“You don’t have to stay,” I told them.
“We want to, Mom,” Noah said.
Then the bell rang.
Evan walked in like he owned the place.
Designer coat. Perfect smile.
He sat across from them.
I approached with coffee.
“I didn’t order that rubbish, Rachel,” he said.
“You didn’t have to,” I replied. “You’re here to make a deal.”
“You always did have a sharp… tongue, Rachel,” he chuckled.
“We’ll do it. The banquet. Everything. But I’m doing this for my sons.”
“Of course you are.”
