Chapter 217

“Yeah,” he said roughly. “Come on, let’s have pizza.”

“Cute kid,” Mark decided, and lifted Billie up onto his hip. “Here, Andy, take a picture.” He handed Andy his phone. “So I can show Simon.”

Andy took the phone and obediently lifted it. “Is Simon even going to care? He’s quite a bit younger than Mace. Even with the band, did he actually know her at all?” Mark was a couple of years younger than Mace, and Simon several years younger still.

“In the way that little brothers know the friends of their siblings,” Mark said. Scooter rolled his eyes; Mark was always such a pompous ass. “And of course they spoke a couple of years ago.” There was a strange gravity to Mark’s tone, but Scooter remembered what looked like an almost-argument between Simon and his sister at Andy’s and his wedding. He shrugged.