ALEX HANGS OUT WITH Ali for the rest of the afternoon, but he knows he can’t avoid the other adults forever. Especially when they’re all scheduled to have dinner that night at Carly and Liam’s house.
Any faint hope that they somehow missed the social media tempest evaporates as soon as he and Ali walk into the kitchen. All three of them — Carly, Liam, and Paul — turn to look at him from where they’re standing around either making dinner or playing with the babies. Paul looks aggrieved. Liam looks worried. Carly looks pissed.
“After dinner,” she says as Alex drops his bag by the door and Ali scampers over to help Paul with whatever he’s cooking. “We’d like to have a word with you.”
“Told you she’d be mad,” Ali says placidly, without turning around from watching Paul.
“Without the childr
