Garrett finished his plate, his focus on the game.
As one of the teams scored, the scent of Old Spice grabbed Garrett’s attention away from the game. Garrett rose from the couch. As he approached the door, Eron appeared, looking better than he should. Garrett shouldered his way past him, between two cousins.
“Hello,” Eron said.
“Hello,” Garrett said without meeting Eron’s gaze. He tucked his head down and scooted past Eron in the doorway.
Breathless by the time he maneuvered the masses, Garrett put his plate in the sink and went to find his father. Allen had exited the den about the time Garrett did, and with a quick discussion, Garrett convinced him to leave, saying he was ill and wanted to lie down.
They barely spoke on the drive home, or he didn’t. “I enjoyed seeing everyone again.
