Misty
Lyla’s laugh was full-bodied. “Thank God, I already peed myself.”
That made me laugh. Hal and Gray put me down. They both grabbed me and kissed me again, and then they kissed each other.
“Congratulations,” Conner said, shaking Gray and Hal’s hands. He leaned down and kissed my cheek.
“I’m happy for you,” he said.
“Thank you.”
Kellen came in with a plate and on it were actual cheese squares that looked like they were sprinkled with red pepper flakes and everything bagel seasoning. And next to them were rounded pickles covered in crispy cheese. He congratulated us, and we thanked him. Then my eyes tracked back to the plate, my mouth watering.
“What is that?”
“My favorite snack. They’re homemade cheeze itz and pickle chips,” Lyla said.
“Can I try them?” Lyla sighed and
