Fourteen
Brody
“Wes and Trixie are so good at game night,” Emma said with a laugh.
“You should see Wes play eighties trivia. He’s like a savant,” I joked.
“You’re just jealous,” my brother said as he joined us outside.
“Of what?” I asked. “Useless knowledge?”
“It’s not useless,” Wes argued, feigning hurt.
He settled in the chair across from mine.
We’d recently upgraded our patio furniture since we needed more seats for our ever-growing family. Our patio wasn’t huge, but there was enough room for a couple chairs, two loveseats, a couple end tables, and a fire pit in the middle.
Ridge’s limit was three games, so although Wes had tried to convince us to keep going, when Karrie had suggested moving the party outside for drinks and s’mores, we’d all quickly agreed.
I’d gotten the fire
