Chapter 9.2

Now if he didn’t find the right words for what he had to say, he could hurt Ben and Tate, and that was absolutely the last thing on earth he wanted to do. So, please God, let the right words be there for him.

He started up Dixie’s street, and there they were, those two bright, happy, fun boys of hers, running toward him as if he was their best friend in the world and they hadn’t seen him in years.

It had been two hours. “Wade! Wade!”

“Mom says you’re coming for supper.” “Flowers? What’re those for?” Ben asked.

Tate jabbed his older brother in the ribs with his elbow. “That’s what guys do, they bring flowers to the lady when they have supper.”

“What do you know.” Ben shoved Tate away. “Do you know what etiquette is?” Wade asked.

Dancing around and beside him as he walked up the street, the boys snorted and giggled.

“That’s like, Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Ben said. “Yeah, and saying please and thank you,” Tate added.

“That’s right,” Wade said. “It also means that when a lady inv