I snorted. “She’s a fourteen-year-old girl. What do you think?”

“What’s going on?” Lake asked, walking up with Willow.

“Yeah, why is Keenan screaming at Ken about an all girl’s school?” Willow demanded.

They each narrowed their eyes at us. I swear it was as if they could smell guilt.

“Keiran snitched on Ken about dating boys,” Dash offered without hesitation.

“Thanks, man.”

He patted me on the back as an offer of apology, and Keenan chose that moment to come back over. “I can’t believe this,” he growled and snatched another burger.

“It was bound to happen sometime,” Lake argued.

“Yeah, when I was dead preferably. My daughter doesn’t have sex.”

“She was talking about a simple date,” Sheldon scoffed.

“Wait you knew about this?” Keenan, Dash, and I all yelled at once.

Just then Phee ran toward us at full speed, saving Sheldon from answering. “When is Uncle Q supposed to get here?” she whined. She looked over her shoulder with wide, hopeful eyes. “They’re still coming, right daddy?”

I smiled and looked across the yard at the glass door as it slid open. “They’re coming.”