The three of us queued up at the grill, where Dylan was flipping burgers. “Who wants cheese?” he called cheerfully. “I do!” Audrey volunteered. “I like everything.” “I’ll have cheese,” I agreed. “Which I like, but not as much as I like Audrey.” “You’re laying it on pretty thick,” she muttered, laying out three paper plates and putting a bun on each of them.
