Ethan's POV
I sprawled across the couch, a pizza slice dangling from my hand, while Ashley paced the living room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor.
"What about a bake sale?" Jacob suggested, his mouth full of pepperoni.
"We need to raise serious money for these kids, not pocket change from cookies," Henry said with a frustrated sigh.
"Hey, my mom's cookies are legendary," Jacob protested, waving his half-eaten slice of pizza in the air. "She won that blue ribbon at the county fair three years running. People would line up for blocks."
Matthew grabbed another beer from the coffee table. "Your mom's cookies won't impress Ethan's grandfather."
"Can we focus?" Ashley stopped pacing. "We have less than a month to pull this off."
"And zero experience." Jess flopped onto the a
