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as always to see my nephews and glad for the distraction my family would surely provide.
    My parents’ house was huge; my dad had essentially built a design empire with his company, Miller Designs, and he loved to spoil my mom with the dividends. They had seven thousand square feet to themselves with plenty of fancy upgrades, but the best part of their entire house was their backyard. It looked out over the mountains, and they had an enormous pool complete with waterfalls and rocks surrounded by palm trees. It was the perfect oasis for relaxation, and I always felt like I was on vacation in their backyard. It was one of my favorite places in the world.
    As I made my way around the side of the house, through the side gate and to the back yard, I found my three- and five-year-old nephews wearing floaties and jumping from the ledge into the deep end of the water. My sister lounged in the shallow end on one of the built-in seating areas in the pool while my brother-in-law, Wes, caught the boys as they jumped in. My dad was starting the grill, and my mom was in the kitchen making potato salad.
    “Uncle Travis!” Jackson – the five-year-old – yelled when he saw me. I threw my towel and my t-shirt on a nearby lounge chair as he came running over to me, hugging my leg and soaking me in the process, making me glad I wore my swim trunks over instead of something nicer.
    The air temperature was a chilly seventy-two in early February, but my parents’ pool was heated. I dove into the deep end, sending a deluge of water over Wes and Parker, and then Jackson jumped in behind me.
    I laughed at my nephew whose main goal became splashing Uncle Trav.
    “Hey Trav,” my sister said from the shallow end.
    “What’s up, Lizzy?”
    “Just missing my baby brother.”
    “I liked your e-card.”
    “I hated yours.”
    I chuckled and lifted Parker above my shoulders. He squealed as I prepared to throw him into the water, and then I let him fly.
    He came back up. “Again!” he yelled, so I did what he wanted, and then his brother swam up so I could throw him in, too. These boys knew how to give me a workout.
    Parker climbed up on my shoulders. I headed over toward Wes, who had Jackson up on his shoulders, and we played an intense round of chicken in the water.
    My mom emerged from the house a few minutes later. “Hey, T,” she yelled to me.
    “Hey, Ma,” I yelled back.
    “We need to talk,” she said.
    Those words were ominous, and it just was not something a man ever wanted to hear from his mother.
    My sister shot me a look that said, “Better you than me.”
    “I’ll be back, boys,” I said.
    “Wait!” Jackson yelled. “Throw us in first.”
    I swam over to the side of the pool and lifted myself out gracefully, and the boys rolled themselves out in their best imitation of me. I threw them each back into the water from the side as they giggled in that way only little kids can, and then I grabbed my towel and headed over to my mom.
    “What’s going on?” I asked, rubbing the towel through my hair to dry it.
    “Are you okay, T?”
    I glanced over at her and then wrapped the towel around my waist and sat in a cushy chair. “Been better. Been worse,” I answered honestly. Shit, I’d been better the night before when I’d started dancing with Gorgeous, and I’d been worse when she had first left my place that morning. And neither of those events had anything to do with what my mom was asking me.
    I was on a goddamn roller coaster.
    “Pam is upset,” she blurted, referring to her best friend who also happened to be Julianne’s mother.
    “God, not this. Please. Anything but this.”
    “She said Jules texted you about Jamie and the baby and you didn’t answer her.”
    “Are you seriously asking me about my texting habits?”
    “No. I’m seriously telling you that I don’t want you to act like a child. Our families have been friends for years.”
    I was silent for a moment, trying to find the best tact to answer