Her bangs bounced when she nodded. “I wanna come back next weekend, and I want Kendall to come.”
“What if she’s busy and she can’t make it?”
“I can certainly make time to have brunch with you two,” Kendall replied.
“It’s a date,” Everly said.
Kendall looked at me. “I’m not sure I’d call it that …”
I held her gaze and then waved over the waitress to get the check. Before she even pulled it out of her apron, I handed her my credit card. “Do you mind boxing up these leftovers?”
“Of course. Let me run this”—she held up my card—“and I’ll be right back.”
Kendall put her arm around Everly, pulling her against her side. “This has been a blast. Maybe next time, I’ll bake you something chocolaty to eat with your pancakes.”
“Like cake?”
Kendall laughed. “Sure, I can make you a cake.”
“Uncle
