Big John grinned. “I knew you liked me.”
“I tolerate you because you can reach the top cabinet.”
Marco leaned back in his chair. “Where are you going dressed like that?”
Anthony’s expression changed immediately, becoming smug.
“Out.”
Ollie looked down at his own sweatpants. “We gathered that.”
Anthony slowly turned his gaze toward him. “And yet you came over dressed like you lost a fight with a laundry basket.”
“These are comfortable.”
“They are a cry for help.”
Olivia laughed as she removed the apple crisp from the oven. “Leave him alone.”
“I would, but then who would guide him?”
“You’re going to dinner, not fashion week,” I said.
Anthony looked offended. “You do not know where I’m going.”
“Where are you going?”
“Girls’ night.”
The room went quiet again.
Then Big John laug
