Riot's POV
Thursday Evening — 7:30 p.m.
"Daddy?"
I glanced down at my son.
"Yeah, buddy?"
"Food party?"
I chuckled.
"Saturday, little man."
"With Ana?"
"Yep. Ana too."
He grinned.
"Shrimp!"
I raised an eyebrow.
"Since when do you like shrimp?"
He considered that. Tilting his head.
"Maybe."
I laughed.
"Fair enough."
We'd spent another couple of hours at Dawn's place after school.
Maddox and Ana had played dinosaurs, Evan had shown me his gaming setup.
Dawn had entertained me with a running commentary about the laundry she'd bought that morning.
Apparently, buying children's clothes was a financial disaster.
Her words.
Not mine.
Although, judging by the mountain of clothes waiting to be folded, I believed her.
I'd offered to help.
She'd informed me that unless I po
