Chapter TwelveSpencer
Spencer grabbed two beers from the refrigerator, while Zane sat on the couch, channel surfing until he found a baseball game to watch.
“Do you have any chips?” Zane asked.
Spencer handed his cousin one of the beers. “There’s a bag in the pantry.” He flopped down into the recliner.
“You’re an awesome host, Spence,” Zane remarked sarcastically, as he hurried to the pantry on the commercial break to get the bag of chips.
“You’re not a guest; you’re family, so I don’t have to entertain you,” Spencer said with a laugh.
Zane rolled his eyes as he returned to his seat and opened the bag of chips. He popped a handful into his mouth and munched noisily. After a moment, he said, “Just an FYI. I have the wedding surprise all set.”
“You mean the surprise Harley’s mother wa
