“Remember when we got drunk at that cabin in Lake Aurora?” “Which time?” His smile only grows wider. “The weekend Dahlia got engaged.” Somehow my strides remain steady. “I’m struggling to recall.” He pokes me in the back. “That’s probably because of all the alcohol you consumed.” “A good cousin would have gotten drunk with me.” “And risk you dying in your sleep after choking on your own vomit? No way. Your mother would have never forgiven me.” “I’m sure you would’ve been happy stepping in as my replacement.” His dark brown eyes roll. “Anyway, I’ll never forget what you said that night.”
