“Courtesy of Pam.”

I grin as Aiden sets a large cooler down on the desk between us, already knowing what’s inside.

“Oh my God, yessss.” I groan as I pop the cooler open to reveal the half dozen Tupperware juice containers filled with the creamy, greenish smoothies Pam makes for me.

She’s given me the recipe before. But they always turn out like crap when I’ve tried to make them myself, no idea why. Making them at Matteo’s house has proven to be impossible anyway, what with his ...