Blaze
“It's too cold to get in that pool," Whitney and Trevor's mom, Mona, yells at Ryan as he dips his feet in the shallow end of the pool in their backyard.
It's been hot all day, but as night falls this time of year, it usually gets cold.
“He's gonna catch his death of cold," she mumbles as she watches him not heed her warning.
“Whatever, it got up to ninety today and it's almost April. Hell," he takes a drink of the beer in his hand. “It's damn near summer."
I glance at Whitney, who shakes her head laughing when she sees Trevor making his way over to Ryan, sticking his feet in the pool too. I'm not sure what the two of them are talking about, but we're rewarded with their deep laughs as they both throw their heads back. I love their friendship.
I'm holding Stella in my lap, faci
