Ava's POV
I was beginning to think my mother had lost her mind.
“Mom, how many people are we feeding?”
She looked up from her notebook.
“Quite a few.”
“Fifty people or the entire population of South Carolina?”
Cloe snorted into her coffee.
“We have the club, Hawk's chapter, your father's family, Ezra's family, and Domingo's family coming,” Mom explained.
“Don't forget the people who actually live here.”
“That's why I'm making a list.”
I glanced at the page.
“Mom, you've got enough food planned to feed an army.”
“Your father says the men eat a lot.”
“Dad thinks three cheeseburgers constitute a light lunch.”
Cloe laughed.
Mom shook her head. “Would you two stop?”
“Absolutely not,” I answered.
“It's our responsibility as your daughters,” Cloe added.
We were sitting in Mom's
