Jim sipped his coffee, trying to smooth the annoyed expression from his face. “Are you feeling better, Falyn?”

“Much. Thank you.”

“What’s the plan today, Taylor?” Jim asked.

Taylor shrugged, looking to his brother. “What are your plans today, dickhead?”

Jim sighed. “Goddamn it! Can’t we have one meal without the language?”

The brothers shook their heads. Jim did, too.

Trenton’s spoon raked against his bowl of cereal. “Work.”

“Are you babysitting today?” Taylor asked.

Trenton seemed confused. “No. Why?”

Taylor shrugged. “Olive’s freaking adorable, and I never get to see her anymore.”

Trenton shoveled a bite of Frosted Flakes into his mouth, considering Taylor’s comment. “I could ask her if she wants to go to the park, if you’re really hell-bent on spending the morning with a five-year-old. I have to be at work later though.”

“Six,” I said.

Trenton blinked.

“She’s six now.”

“Right,” Trenton said. “She just had a birthday last week. It’s going to take me a while to get used to that.”

“The park sounds fun,” Jim said, eyeing me.

I wasn’t sure what he thought he knew, but he was onto us.

“You seem to enjoy spending time with her,” I said.

Trenton grinned. “She’s a cool little kid.” He stood, pulled his cell phone from his pocket, and dialed a number.

“Hey, Trenton,” Taylor began, but someone had already picked up the other line.

“Shane,” Trenton said. “What’s up, buttercup? No. Yeah. Yeah. What’s Ew doing today?”

I looked at Taylor and mouthed the word, Ew?

Taylor shrugged, unsure of the answer.

Trenton nodded. “Yeah, my brother’s in town with his girlfriend. Taylor. Nope, he’s still selling insurance. They both are. Up in Colorado. Pussies.” He shot a smug grin at his older brother.

Taylor wasn’t amused.

Trenton continued his conversation with Shane, “You wanna meet us at the park? Or do you have something going on?”

As Trenton listened to Shane’s response, my stomach sank. Shane and Liza would recognize me. If they came to the park, I wasn’t sure how they would react that I’d shown up unannounced.

“Okay, that’s cool. Later.” Trenton set his phone on the table. “Shane’s at work, and Olive is at home with Liza. He’ll call Liza, and he said we could go pick Olive up in twenty.”

“Sounds good,” Taylor said. “Is Bagby Park still her favorite?”

Trenton smiled. “Yeah.”

“All right. I’m going to pick up some smokes, and we’ll meet you there.”

“Hey,” Trenton said, suddenly serious, “no smoking around Olive.”

“I know, fuckstick. See you in a bit. See you later, Dad.”