We were on the way to Gram’s. Mom had called in a cleaning service to fix the mess. I needed to pack more before we went to my parents’ house. I felt like a freaking ping-pong ball, bouncing back and forth. We pulled up to the curb because the driveway was full. Cade’s truck and Dad’s police SUV were parked in the drive, and a big moving truck, fully loaded with the back open, blocked it.

What was going on now? I hopped out of the passenger seat and braced when I saw a tiny blonde blur headed my way. Madison? What were Trevor’s kids doing here?

I caught her in my arms and picked her up as she screeched, “Auntie Lily! We’re moving here, and this is our new house.” I hefted her up and gave her a big hug. She hugged me back, winding her tiny arms and legs around me. I was thrilled to see her, but what the ever-loving heck?

“What? Where’s your dad?” Then I felt Mikey hit my legs and wrap his arms around my hips.

“Where’s Dylan?” he demanded. I was a bit flabbergasted, so I didn’t answer, just reached down to stroke his soft brown hair.

“Um, what is going on?” I said as Luke reached my side and wrapped his arm around me. And by extension, Madison, who looked up at him with a smile.

Mikey pulled back and gave Luke an assessing look. “Who’s this, Aunt Lily? You got a boyfriend?”

“This is Luke. Dylan’s dad.”

Mikey smiled huge and stuck his hand out like a grown-up would do. “Hi, Luke. I’m Michael Austin Hale, but everyone calls me Mikey. I’m Dylan’s best friend in the entire known universe, and probably all the unknown parts too. We’ve been best friends since we met at age two and a half. We are both six years old and in the same class for kindergarten. So, basically, we’re just like brothers.”

Luke shook Mikey’s hand with a bemused smile. “Nice to meet you, Mikey.”