Dinner continued on with no major hiccups. I actually found myself enjoying it since Autumn took on the lead in every conversation that didn’t leave anyone out that, by the time dessert was over, everyone had shared something about themselves.
“But why?” I asked, dumfounded, when Roan admitted that he hadn’t liked some of his birthdays because his family insisted on excursions like camping and fishing, which everyone had enjoyed but him. “I thought you’d like the adventure.”
“Two things about him, Wendy, are that his top two least favorites are dirt and being under the sun,” Autumn put in with a laugh.
“No, they were dirt and camping,” Roan corrected, his eyes sparkling with laughter. “The heat is third on the list.”
“But you’re in the tennis club!”
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