Avery extended the phone to the center of the table and there was a picture of Jack, Jase’s son from a previous relationship, who was currently giving a very happy Ava a piggyback ride.

Jack was somewhere in his double digits of life. I was terrible at figuring out how old kids were. I guessed it was something that came along with producing them. He looked so much like Jase it made you do a double take. Rich russet-colored hair and beautiful gray eyes, he was a baby heartbreaker in the making. Next to them were two leashed tortoises. It looked like Jack had been trying to walk them when Ava climbed on his back.

“Oh, Ava is in heaven.” Teresa popped a piece of watermelon into her mouth and then looked down as a bit of juice plopped on her swollen stomach. She sighed.

“Ava’s in love with Jack,” Avery explained to me and then grinned at Teresa. “Whenever Jack comes over, Ava is literally one step behind him, like his little shadow. It’s so adorable.”

“It is,” Teresa agreed, stabbing a sausage link with a fork. “Which I’m sure Cam will be thrilled with once Ava gets older.”

Avery rolled her eyes. “He’s going to be one of those dads. You know? The kind that cleans a shotgun in front of the boys Ava dates.”

Teresa arched a brow. “Does Cam even own a gun?”

“No, but I bet he will once Ava hits sixteen.”

I laughed as I cut another large section of the omelet.

“Thank you again for watching Ava and Alex for us,” Avery said for the hundredth time. “You have no idea how hard it is to get out on time when you have kids.” She pointed her fork at Teresa. “At least with Jack, he’s always been old enough to not need constant attention. Just wait until the baby comes. Getting laid becomes an Olympic sport. Thanks to Jillian, we were finally able to hopefully not make baby number three.”

Chalk that up to things I never needed to know happened when I watched their kids.

“Yeah, but we have built-in babysitting,” Teresa replied. “Jack.”

“True,” Avery said.

Teresa giggled as she rubbed her swollen belly. “Either way, if there’s a will, there’s a way,” she said, dipping the sausage link in a pool of syrup. “By the way, Jillian, don’t think we didn’t notice how you skimmed the details on your date.”

“Mmm?” I mumbled around a mouthful of egg and cheese.

Avery raised her brows. “So, you said you had a good time and that you guys were getting dinner on Wednesday, but did you guys, you know . . .” She elbowed me in the side. “Did you kiss? Did you do more?”

“Did you have sex?” Teresa asked.