But Suzanne didn’t seem to find it as funny as he did.
“See, it’s perfect,” he explained. “Tim does all the actual work of being a parent, and I don’t have to lift a finger but I get a kid named after me.”
“Do you ever get tired of making a joke about every single thing?” she snapped as she thrust a water bottle into a small backpack. She was preparing for the Rekindle Your Fire trip with his parents. They were both excited about Suzanne’s offer, which he’d presented as more of a group tour than a relationship-builder.
“It’s a coping mechanism. Tried and true. You may find yourself turning to it frequently when you’re with my parents.”
“Maybe. Or maybe I’ll just enjoy the ocean and the sunshine like a normal person.” She jammed a sun visor on her head and pulled her ponytail through th
