Reynold’s P.O.V

As I reached home, I parked outside. The air around smelled like carbs and jolly. It was evident that something feisty was going on. The aroma of the food could be smelled even from the outside. I had anticipated something great when I opened the front door, and as soon as I turned over to the side, Brielle’s car was parked.

“Yeah, I knew it.” I beckoned to myself.

If it was the way we had distributed the neighborhood lately, it had either been loud music, our ...