“But only if you ask Davion to have dinner with us tonight.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Oh, come on, Jojo. It’s just a simple dinner with the family.”
“That’s exactly why I don’t want him there,” he said before blowing out an exasperated sigh.
“Why not?”
“You will all grill him with way too many questions.”
His mom shook her head. “I won’t.”
“Yeah. Right. You’ll be the worst of the lot.”
“Rude. Okay, what if I promise to only ask him ten questions?”
He narrowed his eyes. “Three.”
“Eight.”
“Three.”
“Five.”
He stretched his right hand out. “Deal.”
“Deal.” She shook his hand before beaming at him. “I’ll pass along my other questions to the old man, Jackson, Jacqueline, and Joanne instead.”