Chapter 8

Mark smiled. “So, is it just the three of us or are you expecting more?”

“No, just us three. I thought it would be better to keep it small to get to know your new friend better,” Mrs. Stevens said. “I’m fixing a lasagna, so I hope you like Italian.”

“Oh, yeah, that sounds great.”

“Drew, why don’t I show you out to the patio? We can sit there for a bit before dinner.” Mark closed his hand over Drew’s arm and led him outside through a sliding glass door.

The covered patio contained a long glass table with several cushioned plush looking chairs around it. It overlooked a decent sized backyard that was lush and green with more flowers lining the back fence.

“This is really nice,” Drew said, plopping down in a chair.

“My house is pretty similar although I don’t have the green thumb Mama has. I have nice lawns I pay gardeners to take care of, but not much in the way of flowers or other plants.”

The sliding door opened.