Seven
Rome
I pull the truck to a stop in front of the hangar and see that Harley’s minivan is already parked.
“She’s not supposed to be here,” I tell Colin.
We climb out of the truck, and he opens the back doors to unload all the food we prepared.
“Dada!” Phoebe spots me first and walks out of the hangar, but Dion runs faster and makes Phoebe lose her footing, falling onto the gravel parking lot.
“Dion,” I sigh.
The boy never knows who’s around him or what he’s destroying. I catch him in my arms and walk us over to Phoebe, who’s now on her bum, crying.
I place Dion down on the gravel. “You have to keep an eye out for your little sister.”
Dion nods and throws a football to Maverick, who’s also out front.
“Hey, Maverick,” I say, picking up Phoebe.
Her small arms wrap tightly aroun
