“We’re doing dinner tonight.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“So now you do,” James said.
Matt laughed into his phone, ignoring his brother’s tightening grip on the steering wheel. “I don’t know, though. It’s a school night. My uncle might not go for it.”
“Did I mention that parental figures love me?”
Matt smiled at the mischief in James’ voice. He was long gone in over his head and he didn’t care. “I’ll have to check with my uncle first and let you know.”
“So I’ll see you at about six,” James said decisively and hung up before Matt could say anything else. He bit back a sigh as he looked at his brother’s retreating back on the steps of the patio. He was quieter than usual and Matt didn’t like it one bit. Was he still upset about the thing with Coach Henry or about him and James? It was impos
