Mckayla set a tray of chips, dips, and fruit on the table. I leaned over to dip a chip in the onion dip and popped it into my mouth. Gulping the strawberry stella rosa, I listened to Sonya tell a story about EJ getting into trouble with his father.
All the girls had come to Mckayla’s today for lunch. Savio had expanded the backyard for the kids and added an area for Mckayla to hang out with family and friends.
EJ left my place before breakfast, and I met up with Julia and Colson to make sure they were still on board with working at the clinic after the shootout.
Rena topped up her glass and sat next to me on the balcony.
“This is good, Mckayla,” I said, tucking into the chips and salsa.
“How are things with you and EJ?” she asked.
“He’s good. We"re good.” EJ and I were like an ol
