“Okay,” Sam says, surveying the backyard with the same intensity he usually reserves for enemy patrols. “We’ve got benches set up, beers in the cooler, food ready to be cooked, and the pack will start arriving in twenty minutes. Did I miss anything?”
“Yes.” I smirk, leaning against the porch railing.
Sam immediately starts flipping through his handwritten list for the fifth time. “Really? What?”
I have to bite back a laugh. “Sam, why did I call this barbecue?”
“So the pack can meet Eden,” he replies, then freezes as realization smacks him in the face. His shoulders slump. “Oh, s**t… I forgot to get Eden.”
I arch a brow at him, enjoying the rare chance to be on the other side of his scolding. He groans and smacks his forehead so hard the sound echoes off the trees.
“Why don’t we go ge
