Just like old times,” Jeff muttered to
himself, smiling as he parked his pickup in the driveway right beside Wendy’s
SUV.
“Wendy, I’m
here,” he said, coming in without knocking and hanging up his jacket. He followed
the sound of laughter into the family room. He stopped dead in his tracks and
his smile slipped from his face. There he found Tristan, giggling like mad. He sat
on the floor in front of an ancient board game on the coffee table.
Donny and
Wendy, sitting on either side of the boy, were also laughing up a storm and looking
entirely too much like a self-contained little family to suit Jeff.
“Hello,” Jeff
said.
“Jeffery!”
Wendy said, flushed and a bit flustered. She stood up and brushed her hair back
from her face before facing him. “Hi, I forgot you said you’d come over.”
