Memphis’s POV
By the time we get back to Bridget’s from our shopping excursion, it’s nearly six o’clock. Bridget is in the kitchen whipping up something that pretty much smells like Heaven, and Tally and Kai are in the living room, putting the final touches on each other’s Mia Hamm and Jimmy Hendrix costumes.
“Party doesn’t start for, like, two hours, birthday girl,” I remind Tally as I run up to hug her.
“Nothing wrong with being prepared!” she says defensively as I roll my eyes and continue leading Gray through the living room and into the kitchen.
As soon as we dump our shopping bags into a corner, Bridget attacks us both with spoonfuls of a Mexican sauce she’s brewing.
“Damn, Bridget,” Gray says in approval when he finishes tasting. “That’s good.”
I scan the rest of the pots an
