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O.B. smiled. “Yes, ma’am. Me and Miguel play football. We’re retiring soon, though.”
“You don’t like it anymore?”
“We do, but we like our families even better.” O.B. scooped salad greens and tomatoes onto his plate. “What about you, Sanem? Your mom told me you’re the best goalie in your soccer league.”
Sanem’s face flushed. “Not even.”
“How many positions do you play?”
“Two. Goalie and forward.”
“How about this? I’ll come to one of your games, and you can come to one of mine. Then, at the end, you can give me pointers.”
Sanem giggled.“Megiveyoupointers? Um…okay? Oh, can J.R. come too? He’s so adorable.”
O.B. nodded. “Of course.”
“And I think Eli thinks you two are best friends, Uncle Lucas,” Sanem added. “Do you and Aunt Raina want any babies?”
The whole table turned their way.
Raina stuffed her cheeks with more bread while Lucas scratched the back of his head. Elihadtaken to him to the point that he’d taken him and Marianne’s younger daughter, two-year-old Lale, for a short walk.
They found an interesting leaf.
“Do you?” Mrs. Daniels asked.
Thankfully, Brittany came to their rescue.
“We’ll get back to them in a minute, but there are more pressing matters at hand,” she said. “Carson, when’s the next book coming out? Let me tell you, I devouredRuse de Guerre, and I haven’t talked to a single person who saw that twist at the end. Please tell me Alexandre’s getting a story. We literally don’t know what happened to him after Frankie double-crossed the Resistance, but he was too badass to be killed.”
Carson laughed. “Unofficially? That’s the next book in the series. It’s already with the publisher.”
“Yes.”Brittany tapped her fingers together. “Now, I do have a question about—”
“Where are you from, again?” Stephanie cut in.
The table collectively groaned.
Lucas turned to find Stephanie’s eyes on him and took a swig of the sweet hibiscus drink Raina’s parents brought.
“Turkey,” he said.
“And where is that again?”
“It borders Bulgaria, Greece, Azerbaijan, Syria, Iraq, Iran, Armenia, and Georgia.”
O.B.’s wife, Samantha, set down her fork. “Wow. Eight countries? Do you notice the influence of them all? Do the cultural influences compete?”
Lucas nodded. “Yes, we do notice the influences in different ways, but it all seems to mesh perfectly. Of course, I might be biased.”
“How often do you visit?” Tamika, Carson’s wife, asked.
“When I can. We still have family there.”
Stephanie cut in again. “That wasn’t my question. Are you white?”
Lucas sighed. “I’m Turkish, Stephanie.”
