“Greer being one of them,” he adds.
I tuck the ball under my arms.
“Why do you think that?”
He shrugs, and I swear I see myself more in him in this moment than ever before.
“I just… you look at her weird. But it’s a good weird. It’s why I told the team you were dating.”
I nod slowly, not really sure how to reply.
“It’s okay if you like her,” he adds when I haven’t said anything.
“Oh yeah?” I say, grabbing the ball to toss it back.
“Yeah. She’s cool. And I like that she makes you happy.”
I shake my head and neither of us says another word as we pass back and forth.
“You should invite her for dinner tonight,” Grey says out of nowhere.
My heart instantly races at the thought of being near her.
“She cooks for us all the time. We should cook for her.”
I chuckle at the fact that my own son has more ideas on how I can see Greer again than I do.
“Yeah, maybe we should.”
“Good. Now that that’s settled,” he says with a nod, tossing the ball to the ground and resting his foot on it, “I need to talk to you about something.”
For a moment, I get a glimpse into the future of me talking to a grown man.
“What’s that?” I ask and nod toward the porch. He follows me, and we both sit, grabbing our individual waters and taking a drink. He leans forward, his elbow on his knees and his head drops between them.
Whatever is on his mind, he’s clearly worked up over it.
I sit up a little straighter, ready for whatever he’s about to say.
The suspense is killing me.
“I kissed a girl last weekend, and I think Greer will know what I need to do next.”
I almost bark out a laugh, but then it hits me. Not the he kissed a girl part—we will definitely get to that—but the other part.
“Wait, you think Greer will have better advice than me?”
“Yes. She dates. You don’t. She knows what girls like.”
As much as that stings, he’s right.
“I still know a little something.”
“Oh yeah? Is that why you’re just staring at her house and not doing anything about it?”
I reach over and ruffle his hair.
“Don’t forget you’re only ten.”
