“Uncle Mike?” Cole’s son tugged at the sleeve of Mike’s shirt. I heard a little snort come from Savannah and looked over. She wore a dark smirk.
“What’s up, little man?” He fist-bumped him.
“Can I tell you a secret?”
“Of course.”
Easton hit his arm and screamed, “Suck it, sucker. You’re it!”
John leapt from the table, and Mike tore off after him, knowing that was John’s play with Easton.
“That’s my boy.” Cole laughed and pushed his chair out from the table as Easton climbed up on his lap.
“John’s in the lead,” Savannah explained. “Well, out of the Blackstone team. It’s all on the scoreboard in the barn.”
“Good to know,” Ivy cut in. “I have a session with him tomorrow.” I chuckled at her dark side; it popped up every once in a while.
“See how well you fit in here, Ivy?” Savannah l
