“I’m not going to argue that one.” Bell had always wanted to run faster, jump higher, and play with the big kids. I grinned down at my lap as I remembered that she’d tricked her mom into signing a permission slip to let her play flag football by telling her it was a form for cheerleading. Heather Kipton had been appalled when she and her husband showed up at the field, expecting to see their daughter dressed in a cheer uniform, and instead found her in football garb and playing with boys two and three years older than her.

“What are you grinning like an idiot about?”

I couldn’t hold in my laugh. “Flag football.”

Bell groaned, flopping onto her back. “I was grounded for a month.”

“They let you keep playing, though.”

She turned onto her side to face me. “Only because it would’ve meant admitting their daughter had tricked them if they pulled me out.”

I bent forward and picked up one of the bar’s to-go boxes. “That’s true.” I opened the lid and saw a panini. “No more grilled cheese?” That had always been Bell’s favorite.

She sat up and swiped the box from me. “This is just a classed-up version of a grilled cheese. Mozzarella, tomato, basil, with a little balsamic.”

“That sounds good. New menu item?” I hadn’t perused the menu much since I’d been back. I’d been too focused on numbers and thinking up ways to bring more bodies through the door.

Bell nodded as she chewed a bite of her sandwich. “Yup. We wanted to add a few items that might speak to the Seattle crowd. This was one of the first things Hank tried.” Bell grinned as she shrugged. “Who knew I had fancy-schmancy Seattle tastes?”

I grinned and pulled out my club. “Variety is the spice of life.”

“But it’s the old favorites that always taste the best.”

I swallowed hard, my bite of sandwich sticking in my throat. “I’m seeing that now.”

“Good.”

I cracked open one of the two Cokes from the bag and took a sip. “So, what do you usually do now?”

Bell glanced at the headstone. “Tell her about my week. Like I found an especially obscene piece of driftwood on my walk this morning.”

I arched a brow. “Obscene how?”

“It looked like a hooked dick.” Bell held up her finger, hooking it slightly to punctuate her point.

I nearly spit out the sip of Coke I’d taken. “I’m sorry, what?”

Bell laughed, pulling out her phone and showing me a photo she’d taken. It honestly looked like a crooked cock. It even had a bulge at one end that looked like balls. I laughed so hard, my eyes began to water. “Why did you take a photo?”

“I needed proof for Kenna and Caelyn. Kenna would’ve never believed me.”