“Adam!” Carter shrieks, knocking me out of my thoughts as he runs across the patio, soaking wet. “Get in the pool! I need you to hold me in your arms so I can be in the picture with everyone else.” “I’m not holding you.” Adam shuts the barbecue. “You’re a two-hundred-and-twenty-pound man, not a small child.” He flicks him between his eyes as he strolls by him. “Despite your maturity level.”
