Samantha
“Samantha, I’m so glad you could make it.” Elliot opens the massive wood door and yanks me away from Colt’s side to give me a hug.
I must shoot him a confused look as I step into the spacious foyer because he grins knowingly and says, “It’s Dante and Meghan’s house. They’re probably just busy cooking or herding kids.”
“Always.” Elliot mouths in agreement.
“They have a lot of kids?” My heels click on the marble floor as I follow Elliot into the house.
“Four,” she confirms, just as one of them races up to us and stops us in our tracks.
“Who are you?” He tilts his head to the side curiously.
“Samantha,” I say automatically, wondering only afterward if he’s allowed to call adults by their first name.
“Are you a friend of Ellie’s?” I blink a few times, not sure how to answer.
