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Talia’s kindness and warm welcome gave him the tiniest twinge of guilt in the pit of his stomach, because he’d tried to hire Jordan out from under Talia. He needed to have a sit down with his friend and tell her everything. It was the only way to handle this.
As he shook Sam’s hand, a little blond boy peeked around from behind Sam’s legs, where he was hiding. “And who do we have here?” Noah asked.
“This is my son, Hank.” He looked down at his son. “Hank, this is daddy’s friend, Noah.”
But the little boy continued to hide.
Sam shrugged. “He’s five. I don’t know where the shyness came from.”
“Not from his mom, that’s for sure,” Talia commented.
Music played in the living room. Noah turned just in time to see a little blonde girl dancing. She stopped and stared at him.
“You look different without your jersey on,” she said.
“Oh yeah?” He smiled, thinking she meant his that his hair made him look different, or something like that.
“You seem shorter in real life,” she said, matter-of-factly.
“Willow!” Trina scolded from the other room. “Don’t be rude.”
The little mini-Sam shrugged and very innocently said, “Well, he does!”
“This little spitfire is our daughter, Willow.”
“Morgan calls me a spitfire, too,” Willow replied. She zeroed in on his wrist. “That’s a really big watch you’re wearing. It’s like—like as big as my head!”
“I am so sorry.” Sam laughed, as he redirected Willow’s attention elsewhere.
“She talks more than you do, Morris.”
“That’s where she takes after her mom,” Talia teased. “Everyone ready for dinner?”
Noah watched them all take a seat in the dining room, waiting to see which chair they wanted him to sit on.
“Sit next to me, Noah!” Willow commanded.
Noah nodded, and took the seat between Willow and Harrison.
“Noah, I have an idea I’d like to run by you,” Harrison said.
“Sure, what’s up?” Noah admired the delicious looking roast, vegetables, and rolls sitting on the table.
“I’m getting a few guys together for a casual meet and greet for a big fan.”
“Oh yeah? I’m always up for photos and autographs. Where are we talking? Maybe take them out for a drink?” Noah’s brain flooded with so many fun ideas.
“Um, that’s not what I was thinking, considering the fan we’re meeting is nine. So are you in?”
Taking a bite of his food, he nodded. “Of course. Yeah, I’m in.”
“Morris?” Harrison asked.
“Yeah, I’m in, too. I love doing stuff like that. Where are we meeting the kid?” He took a bite of food. “By the way, Talia, the food is delicious.”
“It was all Harrison, as usual. He’s the cook in our little family,” Talia answered.
“Unless it’s frozen pizzas, then she’s the master chef,” Harrison added.
