“What were you saying?” “He’s back from the store.” “I don’t know what else he could possibly need. Dinner is done, the table is set, and one of us would’ve borne the cold for him.” “Why?” Bridgette frowned. “If you treat him like an old man, he’ll put you in a headlock and challenge you to a game of arm wrestling. Trust me, I know.” Lance side-eyed his mom. “Let me find out Dad is over here putting you in headlocks.” His scowl deepened. Bridgette chuckled. “Don’t worry, I have a code word.” Aghast, Lance pulled back from her. “Mother!” “Well, you were concerned,” she said with a shrug. “Come
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