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“So what’s going on with you and Charlotte?” Ryan said as he rested two cases of beer, stout and amber ale, on the already full island in their mom’s kitchen, then pulled open the fridge and shoved them all in.
“What are you talking about?” Marcus said. He lifted his gaze to the window over the sink, which looked out into the backyard, where Charlotte was sitting at the patio table. Eva was perched on her knee, and his mom, Suzanne, and Karen were sitting and talking with her.
“Oh, come on. While you’re in here, making burgers for everyone, alone—and where’s Owen, by the way? He usually has the grill fired up and ready, but his van isn’t outside.”
“No idea. Expected him to be here already. Mom said he had a call, some plumbing emergency, but he should be here soon…” He trailed off as
