lemon sauce, it’s as refreshing as it is tasty.
Once every plate has been all but licked clean, Desi announces it’s time to play ball. Seraphine stays inside with Mamá. Which, if I’m being honest makes me a little nervous. I know she’s in good hands—they just happen to be very nosy, meddling hands as well.
We play two-on-two—Desi and Silvi against Arrón and me—and while Silvi isn’t too athletic, Desi more than makes up for it.
“So, it’s serious?” my sister asks, half-ass guarding me while I dribble the ball.
“What is?”
She shoulder checks me.
“Foul!” I cry, but no one cares.
“You and Seraphine,” Arrón answers for her.
Desi steals the ball and shoots. “Duh, they’re like, in love.” The ball swishes through, nothing but net.
“Oh, it’s like that?” Silvi asks, as Arrón takes the ball and checks it to me.
I shoot the ball, but it bounces off the rim, right into Desi’s hands. “Yeah, it’s like that.”
My siblings exchange a look before breaking out into matching grins.
“Good,” my brother says, “I really like her.”
Silvi nods. “I think Imani would like her, too.”
We all fall quiet at the mention of my late wife. A peace thrums deep within and I know they’re right.
Choked with emotion, all I can do is nod.
Desi manages to score again while I’m lost in my feelings, making her and Silvi the winners, leading us twenty to fourteen.
“Play again?” my daughter asks, not even sounding out of breath.
“I’m gonna go check on Seraphine, y’all have at it.”
“Horse?” she asks her aunt and uncle as I head back into the house.
I find Seraphine in the living room. She’s out cold on the couch, sleeping deeply. I guess she really was tired.
Mamá is in the kitchen, washing dishes.
“Let me help you,” I say, nudging her aside so I can take over. “You cooked, the least I can do is clean up.”
She dries her hands and pats my cheek. “You’re a good boy, Mate.”
“I’m a man, Mamá.”
She clucks her tongue at me. “You will always be my boy.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“I packed some leftovers for you; make sure Seraphine gets some.”
“Of course.”
“You need to make sure she is eating well.”
My eyes slide from the sudsy, dish-filled water to my mother. “She is a grown woman who can feed herself.”
“Ouch!” I rub the back of my head. “Why did you just smack me with the dish towel?”
“Open your eyes, Mate, and see! Take care of her.”
I feel like she’s saying one thing and meaning another. Unfortunately for both of us, her hidden message is lost on me.
Chapter Thirty
Seraphine
“Are you sure you’re okay to go to the party today?” Mateo asks for what feels like the hundredth time.
“I’m not missing my niece’s birthday party.” I mulishly cross my arms over my chest.
“You’re not still tired? You were so puny last night at my mother’s—I’m worried.”
I shake my head no, but a yawn betrays me.
“We can both stay?” he offers, but I won’t be swayed and he sees in the defiant tilt of my chin. “Fine. But if you feel worse, I’m taking you home.”
“I’ll be fine,” I grumble, “now let’s go or we’ll be late.”
“If you say so.” Mateo eyes me long and hard. “Let me load up the Jeep.”
I follow him outside in case he needs help. But the sight before me is so comical, all I can do is laugh.
“You like?”
He has a trailer hitched to his truck with the sparkly pink Jeep—along with a trailer of its own—ratcheted down in the center.
“I love.”
“Me?” He smirks. “I know. I love you, too.”
“C’mon, Casanova.”
We get a lot of honks and waves on the drive out to Magnolia’s. People are loving the pint-sized custom ride we’re hauling. If the reactions of this many strangers are anything to go by, Willow will absolutely flip for the thing.
Simon meets us in the drive and lets out a low whistle. “Now that’s a damn Powerwheel.”
“It’s nice, right?” Mateo asks, pulling him into one of those weird back-slapping man hugs.
“Nicer than nice.”
“Sweet. Help me get it around back?”
“You got it.”
While they set to work unloading the Jeep, I grab our gift—a Willow-sized racing helmet, painted to match her new ride—from the back seat.
Magnolia meets me at the door with a warm hug. “I’ve missed you!”
“Miss you, too. Where should I put this?”
“I’ve got it.” She takes the box from me and carries it out back, where the party is already in full swing. Luckily, they rented an inflatable bounce house, so the kids don’t even notice Simon and Mateo wheeling the Jeep