“No, I haven’t because that’s a story you should hear from them. They tell it better.”
“No one tells better stories than you do,” James said with conviction. “Please sit with us.”
“It’s up to your sister,” Austin said.
James turned hopeful eyes on Becky. “Please, Becky?”
Sighing, she acquiesced. “He’s not going to let it go, so you might as well join us.”
“Are you sure that’s all right?” Shane asked.
She nodded and told James to scoot around to her side of the table. Austin sat across from James so he could finish the story, leaving Shane—to Becky’s simultaneous irritation and delight—the chair across from her. For a moment, they listened as Austin picked up the tale they both knew well of how, when Nick and Beth Hammond were a couple years younger than James, Beth had gone out in a
