Hank had no issue with Melissa coming to stay with us for a week. They got along swimmingly and always had.

“So, does this mean fancy dinners and lots of running around, or just vegging out and tons of movies?” he asked as we prepped our evening meal.

I could picture the gears turning in his head as he tried to mentally plot out the upcoming days.

“Who knows,” I replied. “It’s always a surprise. We may be wild and crazy, or it could turn out to be one big sleepover.”

“Well, let me know what you want from me.”

“Always,” I said, giving him a kiss and handing him a plate of meat. “Right now, I want you to go grill these steaks. It’s chilly tonight, but not too cold to cook outside.”