Page 117 of Perfect Enough

Me: Is it okay if Sophia comes?

Mom: LOL! Yes. But warn the poor girl first.

Me: Will do.

Setting my phone down, I hurried back to Sophia.

“This bread! I need the recipe. It isso good!”

I nodded and took a seat. “Grams can make anything. Speaking of,” I said as I gathered some lasagna onto my fork, “Grams wants to have a family game night. What do you say we clean this up later and head over after eating?”

“I’d love to join. Should we bring some of this to her, though? There’sa lotleft over.”

“Good idea,” I said.

After eating and talking through a damn tasty meal, if I did say so myself, we gathered the dishes. I rinsed them and piled them up for the next round in the dishwasher, while Sophia dished some of the lasagna and salad in to-go containers. I grabbed a bag in the pantry, and she slid everything into it.

“Need anything before we head over there?” I asked.

She shook her head, then glanced at me. “Do I look okay? Am I dressed okay? Do I look like I just had sex?”

Trying not to laugh, I pulled her to me. “You look beautiful, you’re dressed fine, and you did earlier, with your flushed cheeks, but the glow has faded.”

She pouted. “Maybe on the outside, but certainly not on the inside.”

“Before we go to family game night, I have to warn you, it can get a little…competitive. Things might be a little calmer with Granddad…well, you know, but we’re still a rowdy group.”

“Okay, got it.”

“Just do me one favor.”

Her arms wrapped around my neck. “Anything.”

“Remember you said you loved me when we’re in the thick of it tonight.”

Her smile faded, and she looked worried. “The…thick of it?”

I grabbed the bag with Grams’s food and took her hand, pulling her toward the door to leave. I wasn’t about to give her time to back out.

“Josh…what do you mean, in the thick of it?” Sophia asked as I opened the door to my truck and held my hand for her to climb in.

Once she was in, I handed her the food, winked, and said, “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Her mouth opened, and I thought she was going to say something. When she didn’t, I shut the door and climbed into the driver’s side.

Starting up the truck, I gave her my brightest smile. “Ready?”

She swallowed hard. “I think so.”

I had to hand it to Sophia. She didn’t seem the least bit nervous when we climbed the steps to Uncle Brock’s house, where game night was being held.

“Ready?” I asked, taking her hand in mine.

“I’m ready. Got my game face on.”

My poor Sophia was going to be in for a shock. “Okay, here we go.”

I opened the door, and you could instantly hear everyone talking. Actually, they were arguing.