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“If you tell me he chose lavender, I’m going to scream, right here in this restaurant. I’m going to scream like a goddamn girl.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat? Because I feel like you should know by now that’s something I would love to watch you do.”

“Just tell me, is it lavender?”

She pauses and studies me for a few breaths before shaking her head. “He was a fan of the chocolate raspberry.”

“Ugh, of course he was.” I give her a stern look. “Were you even going to tell me about this meetup?”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

I grip the edge of the table. “So, you’re telling me that you weren’t going to clue me in to your secret meeting with my brother, where you talked about changing the cake that I specifically told you not to change?”

“Correct. I was not going to tell you.”

“And what were you going to write on the order form?”

She smirks. “What do you think?”

“If you want a good night kiss, it better be butterscotch.”

She chuckles and brings her water glass to her lips. “Well, pucker up, handsome.”

“Damn right,” I say, satisfied.

She shakes her head, an amused glint in her eyes. “There is something wrong with the three of you.”

“Possibly,” I answer, picking up my menu again. “But at least we’re going to have butterscotch cake.”





CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX





FORD


TO: Ford Chance, Palmer Chance

FROM: Cooper Chance

SUBJECT: STOP CHANGING THE DAMN CAKE

^^^^ Read that, multiple times. Just STOP!



TO: Cooper Chance, Ford Chance

FROM: Palmer Chance

SUBJECT: Re: STOP CHANGING THE DAMN CAKE

Did you change it back to butterscotch? Cooper, do you even have tastebuds at all? Frankly, I’m concerned that you’re in charge of decorations. All I can envision is the birthday party Dwight and Jim from The Office put together with half blown up balloons and a printed-out birthday sign.



TO: Palmer Chance, Ford Chance

FROM: Cooper Chance

SUBJECT: Re: STOP CHANGING THE DAMN CAKE

Ford was the one who changed the cake this time. Bro doesn’t know how to stay in his own lane apparently. And no need to worry about the decorations. There won’t be any.



TO: Cooper Chance, Ford Chance

FROM: Palmer Chance

SUBJECT: Re: STOP CHANGING THE DAMN CAKE

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE WILL BE NO DECORATIONS?? Are you insane? There have to be decorations. How else will people know it’s a party? Honestly, why did we think you could be in charge of this? Clearly you don’t care.



TO: Palmer Chance, Ford Chance

FROM: Cooper Chance

SUBJECT: Re: STOP CHANGING THE DAMN CAKE

Decorations are a detriment to the earth and a waste of resources. They’re used for a few hours and then discarded where they rot in a landfill for years.

And people will know it’s a party because there will be food there, unless . . . have you dropped the ball on that?

Mom and Dad said they would like sandwiches from the deli. I was thinking about picking up some of those chips they like too.



TO: Cooper Chance, Ford Chance

FROM: Palmer Chance

SUBJECT: Re: STOP CHANGING THE DAMN CAKE

Over my DEAD body will be serving GD sandwiches. I have a conversation with a local caterer today. Do not touch the food. Talk about staying in your lane . . . bro. And what about the gift? Have we figured that out yet? I was thinking a commemorative vase. But we only have a few days left, so not sure.



TO: Palmer Chance, Ford Chance

FROM: Cooper Chance

SUBJECT: Isn’t the party the gift?



TO: Cooper Chance, Ford Chance

FROM: Palmer Chance

SUBJECT: Re: Isn’t the party the gift?

I would suggest pulling back on your attempts to annoy me. I know things about you, Cooper, things you don’t think I know. But I do know. I know . . . things.



TO: Palmer Chance, Ford Chance

FROM: Cooper Chance

SUBJECT: Sure you do



TO: Palmer Chance, Cooper Chance

FROM: Ford Chance

Subject: Re: Sure you do

Can we not argue? We have a few days left of planning this thing. How about this, everyone show up with their assigned tasks and be done with it. No talking, no discussing.

Palmer, get whatever gift you want, we will give you money.

I have more important things to do than read your bickering emails.

Show up at the party with a smile on your face, and then we can all part.



TO: Palmer Chance, Ford Chance

FROM: Cooper Chance

SUBJECT: Re: Sure you do

Finally, someone speaking some sense.

And stop changing the goddamn cake.





CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN





FORD


“We’re almost there. How are your heels holding out?” Larkin asks, pushing a branch to the side as we finish the “short” hike she planned for us.

“Pretty sure there are pools of blood in my brand-new hiking boots.”

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