Chapter 11

BRATT.

“I don’t know, Mom. I’ll think about it. Let’s just drop it for now. I don’t want things to get…” I looked at Noah again, still blissfully unaware for now. “I just don’t want to talk about confusing stuff.”

“Fine,” she said, lifting her brows in concern. “We’ll drop it for now.”

The rest of dinner went easily enough, and by the time Noah’s food was almost finished, he was already starting to get a little drowsy. Since it was still early for him to be going to bed, my dad took him to play with knick-knacks in his workroom.

The sun was beginning to set when Travis and I hugged and kissed my mother goodbye.

“You guys have fun tonight and drive safely. If you need to run home, just do that.”

“Mom, I’m a grown man. You don’t have to remind me not to drink and drive,” I teased.

“I don’t have to, that’s true, but I will anyway,” she said with a wink. “Don’t worry about Noah. We’ll take him to school in the morning. We want to see the place anyway. We haven’t seen it since the