Willa, whose shrewd eyes jump between Theo and me. Cade, who is managing their daughter Emma and their son Luke, who has barely lifted his head from shoveling the pasta into his mouth like his parents haven’t fed him in days. Sloane and Jasper, who might as well be eating with her on his lap for how close they’re sitting. And Beau, who’s doing his best to steal the asshole crown from me, is opposite Harvey at the head of the table,
