bowls.
“Let us help,” Addie says and steps forward, but the small, dark woman simply shakes her head and sets the bowl on a table.
“You’re a guest, mi amore.” She cups Addie’s face in her hands and tugs her down so she can kiss both of Addie’s cheeks. “You stay away too long.”
“I’m sorry, Mama, we’ve just been busy with the restaurant.”
“Our Mia says the same,” the tall man replies sternly. “You work too hard.”
“Mama, Papa, this is Jake. These are Mia and Landon’s parents, Noemi and Giovanni Palazzo.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” I say, shaking Giovanni’s hand, and then suddenly, my own cheeks are being tugged down so Noemi can kiss my cheeks as well.
“You’re handsome,” she says with a wink. “You’re keeping our Addison on her toes, yes?”
“I’m trying,” I reply with a laugh. “But I think she’s keeping me on my toes.”
“Good girl,” she says with another wink. “You be at home here, Jake. Eat, or I’ll feed you myself.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’m here!” Cami announces as she joins us, getting hugs from Mia’s parents, then snatches a cookie from the table. “God, I’m hungry.”
“Thanks,” Landon says, gripping Cami’s wrist in his fist and guiding her cookie to his own mouth, biting off at least half of it. “I’m hungry too.” He winks and walks away, chatting with some friends.
Cami simply swallows hard, clenches her eyes closed, takes a deep breath, and then eats the remainder of her cookie.
“You okay?” Addie asks her softly.
“Never better. Is there liquor?”
“I see some coolers over by the fire pit,” I reply and grab Addie’s hand in mine as we follow Cami toward the chairs. “How long has she been in love with him?”
Addie’s gaze whips up to mine, then back to Cami. “Our whole lives.”
“It shows.”
“Not to him,” Addie replies as we both watch Landon wrap Cami in a bear hug, then ruffle her hair, the same way he did Addie’s. “See?”
“Maybe he sees it but doesn’t know what to do about it?”
Addie shrugs. “Maybe it’s none of our business.” She chuckles as we sit next to each other. “Thanks for coming.”
“Thanks for inviting me.”
DINNER WAS AMAZING. I can see where Mia gets her culinary skills. It has to be embedded in her genetic makeup.
We’re in a large semicircle around the now-lit fire. Cami and Addie are roasting marshmallows. Two of the three friends of Landon—Mike and Corey—are playing guitar and singing some old Johnny Cash songs.
They’re not half-bad.
Corey stops playing halfway into “Ring of Fire” and says, “It feels weird to sing songs with Jake Knox sitting here with us. Play with us, man.”
“I don’t have—”
“I have a guitar for you to play,” Landon says and dashes into the house to retrieve it.
“You don’t have to,” Addie says with worried eyes, but I just smile and brush my hand down her long braid.
“It’ll be fun. Maybe they’ll teach me a thing or two.”
“Right.” Mike snorts.
Landon passes me the guitar, a Gretsch, which is gorgeous. “Nice guitar, man.”
He grins and sits on a bench next to Cami. “I know.”
“Let’s do ‘Ring of Fire’ again, from the top,” Mike says and we all break into the song. I sing along with the guys, enjoying myself. I haven’t jammed just for fun in a very long time.
We play three more songs, and then conversation takes over. S’mores are made, jokes are told. I begin to strum the melody that won’t leave me alone lately. I’ve only ever played it on the piano, but it sounds just as sweet on the guitar.
“That’s pretty,” Addie murmurs next to me. “I don’t recognize it.”
It’s yours.
“It’s just something I’ve been fiddling with,” I reply honestly.
“Oh my God, Addie!” Mike calls from across the fire. “I can’t play ‘Margaritaville’ without thinking about that time you and I went on that weekend trip to the beach.”
Addie chuckles beside me. “You mean the time I went when my parents said I couldn’t and I got grounded for a month when we got home?”
“Hey, it’s not my fault that you were a disobedient teenager,” Mike replies with a smile. “Addie and I used to date in high school,” he informs me. I glance down at Addie, who simply laughs.
“Date is a strong word, Mike. I think you used to annoy the hell out of me in high school is more accurate.”
“Right,” Mike says with a sarcastic nod. “You just keep telling yourself that.”
“Addie was quite the naughty girl when we were younger,” Mia informs me as she takes a bite of her s’more.
“Oh, do