said, “I thought we were going to dinner.”
“In a minute.”
Her gaze shifted between us with the promise of an argument. Michael’s phone vibrated.
“My daughter.”
He moved aside. Ben kissed my cheek, announced, “I’m going back inside.” He clapped Michael on the shoulder on his way past.
“See you inside, Uncle Mike.”
Silence followed, so complete that I almost savored it. Daniel turned.
“Uncle?”
Michael glanced up. “Family nickname.”
Rachel stared at us. “You’re related?”
Michael smiled. “First cousins.”
Daniel looked blank. Rachel’s expression sharpened as she turned
