"Let's head back," Dev said after a glance over to see his mother shamelessly flirting with the limo driver. "And you're doing great, I promise. I knew you'd be able to keep your cool."

He held onto Tom's hand and led him through a large open area that had been turned into the living room and straight out some french doors to a wooden deck that wrapped around the back half of the house. Jackson Quinn was standing at a propane grill, adjusting the flame as his daughter chattered away at him. When Dev and Tom stepped out, Sadie stopped talking and touched her father's arm to get his attention.


[tag Jack]