"Finally," Fisher said. "They're home. I'm starving."

From a patio chair, Troy glanced toward the driveway at the approaching car. The ladies had been gone all day doing girly stuff. Cam was going to be pissy. He looked out over the yard as the car doors closed.

"Oh Christ." Justin groaned. "Look at all those bags. Who let Heather near a retail store?"

"What did they do to Camryn?" Dad set his lemonade on the table in front of them.

Troy looked. Blinked. ...