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“You’re from down here, aren’t you?” Mark asked as he shut off the truck

“Yeah” Moene is better”

“Of course it is” He chuckled, then met my eyes in the mirror “You all set?”

“I just want out of this truck,” I said, stretching my arms over my head

As soon as we’d climbed out, ere surrounded by people that I barely reiving her hugs and kissing the top of her head, like she was a long lost sister Cam had disappeared into the crowd, probably to call Trix, and s of his own As I stood there holding Olive, I realized that, while I felt completely out of place, my family knew these people and felt comfortable in their company

Mark’s arainst ainst hed at the blatant show of possession, but standing in that courtyard, I was thankful for the solidarity

“Well, I’ll be da as he looked at the two of us “You have to be Doc’s kid” He laughed, reaching out to shake Mark’s hand “I’d recognize that face anywhere”

“Yup, that’s Woody,”at his lips

“Your old uy said Then his eyes came to me “And you have to be CeeCee You look just like your mother did, way back when”

“Lucky girl,” h “What? You know it’s true”

“Hey,” I said, s at him

“Who’s the little one?” He shifted his head to the side, trying to see around Olive’s blanket

“This is Olive,” I said, pulling the blanket down to show her face

“Well, hello, Olive,” he whispered “I’irl, that’s a fresh one Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

“Well, now that you mention it,” I joked