“I mean, define okay?” I say and then look down at Zoey who squirms in my lap to get down. Grabbing her pen and book, she walks over to the loveseat and climbs up next to Zara.

“I saw the video,” Zara says, looking down to make sure that Zoey doesn’t color on the cushion.

“You saw the video?” Evan asks in shock, coming in and scooting Zara over so he can sit next to her and pull her closer to him. “Why would you look at the video?”

“I didn’t mean to,” she says, laughing, “but it’s trending on Twitter.”

I close my eyes. “Of course it is,” I say and then look over to see that Zoey has laid down and asked for Zara to cover her.

Evan leans over and kisses Zara’s neck. “Sweetness,” he says softly, using her nickname and then burying his face in her neck.

“Barf,” I say, getting up. “Go to your room,” I say. “And cover Zoey’s eyes before you scar her.”

“She’s used to me loving on my wife,” he says, “so nothing will scar her, but I do have some news for you.” He looks over at me. “Everyone is coming here tomorrow for a pool party.” My mouth opens and then closes, and he just continues to talk as my eyes bulge out of my head. “What else was I supposed to do? You have the pool.”

“Who is everyone?” I ask, folding my hands over my chest. I know exactly who everyone is, but I want to see him squirm.

“Well, my in-laws,” he says and then puts his hand up to stop me from talking. “It’s not my fault no one can travel without each other. This is Zara’s fault.” He looks at Zara, who glares at him. “No one can be alone.”

“Your in-laws are a hundred people.” I look at Zara. “No offense but they can be a bit . . .” I try to be as polite as I can.

“Overwhelming,” she finishes the sentence for me. “And I get it, but I promise it’s not a hundred people. It’s actually only Justin and his family who are down this time.” I don’t listen to anything else she says, thankful we’re only talking about a couple of people and not the whole family.

I don’t have a chance to say anything before my phone rings, and I see that it’s another client of mine. “What is with today?” I mumble to myself, picking up the phone. “Hello?”

“Hey, Candace, it’s Jeremy.”

“Hey, Jeremy,” I say, grabbing my calendar and flipping it to his page. “How are you?”

“I’m okay,” he says, and I hear the waves crashing in the background. “Sitting out on the patio in Malibu.”

“Sounds divine,” I say, smiling. “Are you enjoying summer so far?”