Wes
Colt and Sam’s backyard looks more like a fairground than the serene oasis I’m used to. There’s a couple bounce houses at the far end, a face painting station, people dressed as superheroes, and what seems like twenty kids chasing each other with Nerf guns. Now I understand why this isn’t a pool party.
Pop and Jen are already here, sitting with Colt and Sam on the back patio. I set my gift – tickets for tomorrow’s game – on the table next to the mountain of others and make my way over to them.
“Beers are in the fridge.” Colt shakes my hand. “And food trucks are out front if you’re hungry.”
“Pop built you a fancy outdoor kitchen and you aren’t even using it?” I grin as I open the fridge.
“I didn’t want to be stuck on the grill all day. Besides, Sam likes the food trucks better than
