Thirteen
Kingston
After the reception finishes, Sedona, Denver, Cleo, and I take Rome’s other three kids home and tuck them in. Denver and I are downstairs in the living room while Cleo and Sedona are upstairs reading bedtime stories.
“What’s up with you and Stella?” Denver asks, wiggling his tie from his neck. He’s already shed his jacket and hung it on the back of the chair in the living room.
“She thinks I’m too dangerous to love.” I sit down in the chair.
He sprawls out on the couch, kicking his feet up on the table. “What are you, Maverick from Top Gun?” He chuckles to himself, grabbing the remote for the television, but he doesn’t turn it on.
I shake my head because of all the reasons she could have given me, the one she did cracked me in two. If what she said is true, it means
