“We’ll meet you there,” Finn said, winking at me before walking off.
“Can I walk you to your car, Marjorie?” Max asked, offering her his arm.
“Oh, well, thank you,” she said, fluffing her hair again.
I stared at the unlikely pair crossing the parking lot. Nothing good came out of Half-Moon Hollow parking lots.
I took a deep, unnecessary breath. I would find the positive in this. I had friends. Scratch that. I had family, the large extended family I never thought I needed growing up. People who loved me for me, not for what I could do for them or what I represented but for me. Now I just had to figure out how to blend them with the people I was actually related to.
Wade sidled up to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. In the distance, I could see Danny shoving Harley into my van, throwing his whole weight against the back of his friend’s fat suit. “So your dad is flirting with Marge. I didn’t see that comin’.”
“No one could have seen that coming,” I told him, shaking my head.
“That is not somethin’ you can control,” he reminded me.
“I wasn’t going to try to control it,” I told him. “I was going to see if Jane could control it.”
“Yeah, because that’s normal.”
I tilted my head as Danny took a running start at shoving Harley into the van. “Should we really be debating normal when my son is using football techniques to shove your son’s inflatable body into my minivan?”
“Probably not,” he admitted. “But I like our not normal.” He snorted, kissing my temple.
With a smile, I leaned into him. “I like it, too.”