“Aunt Chelsea!”
“Hiiiiiii!”
I can’t help but laugh. And wonder if she owns earplugs.
Chelsea blows out a breath through her perfect, smiling lips. “I should go before they start eating each other.”
“That may not be a bad thing. There’s enough of them to spare.”
She shakes her head and climbs into the truck, then rolls down the window. “Thank you again. I owe you, Jake.”
I tap the side of the truck as she slowly pulls away. “Yes, you do.”
And that is a debt I can’t wait to collect.