Saturday afternoon was like any other day. Kevin didn’t want to go. Becca was bouncing off the walls. And me? I was anxious as heck. Yes, we’d spent the evening together a week ago. But that was before he got all jealous and angry. And it was on my turf. In my home.
This was a date. No. It couldn’t be a date. My kids were going with us. It wasn’t a date. It was… I didn’t know what it was. But I was nervous.
“Are you guys ready yet? He’ll be here soon.”
“Do I have to go?” Kevin whined, sliding down the stairs like he used to do when he was little.
I sighed and struggled to control my temper. “Yes. I’ve already told you, you have to go. I’d appreciate it if you’d get rid of the attitude before Mr. Norwood gets here.”
Kevin turned around and grumbled his way back up the stairs. I checked
