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asked and retrieved it when I pointed it out. He filled the coffeepot and started a brew. He found the bread on top of the microwave and placed two slices in the toaster while I cooked omelets then placed them on plates.
    “What do you have planned for the all-important third date?” I asked, sipping my coffee as we sat across the table from each other.
    “I was going to leave that up to you,” he said. He took a moment to finish chewing his toast. “Today, we are doing anything you want to do.”
    “That sounds like lazy planning to me.”
    He grinned. “The past two dates were about me. I didn’t mean to be selfish about it; all I wanted to do was show you a little bit more about myself. But today is about you.”
    “Whatever I want to do?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
    “Even if you just wanted to have sex all day,” he said, nodding gravely. “I would make that sacrifice.”
    I laughed and rolled my eyes. “You wish.”
    The laughter slid off his face. “I do,” he said huskily.
    I felt my face heating up. Was it hot in here? “I’m going to go take a shower,” I said, pushing up off the table. “And no, that’s not an invitation for you to join me.”
    “Fine. I’ll do the dishes then,” he said with a grin and gathered the empty plates.
     
    For our third and final date, I chose to go down to Dallas to see Julie and Will a day early. I had already planned on driving down there on Sunday because my parents were flying in to meet their grandson, but I wanted to get to know Julie a little better before my parents met her.
     The three-hour drive in my Prius afforded Henry and me some time to talk nonsense and just shoot the breeze, but even though our conversations consisted of mostly jokes and innuendo, the air inside the car was stuffy with words that were not being said.
    We arrived at Julie’s house around two in the afternoon. Will seemed a little shy at first, which was not surprising since we just met the week before, but he warmed up when Henry handed him a rubber band gun we’d bought at the Cracker Barrel restaurant on the way down.
    “Cool!” Will said as Henry demonstrated the toy.
    Julie shook her head with a tiny smile on her lips. “You’re a bad influence, Henry.”
    “Jason would have done the same,” he said with an impish shrug. He turned to Will and asked, “So your mom doesn’t buy you toy weapons?”
    “What are weapons?” Will asked.
    “Guns, bows and arrows, rocket-propelled grenades.”
    Julie and I exchanged an amused glance. “Okay, Henry, you can give him some weapons,” she said with a resigned sigh. “But I draw the line at flame-throwers.”
     
    We all went to a fun little place called JumpStreet, per Will’s request, which was an indoor play area made up of trampolines. One half of the room was taken up by long swathes of trampolines made to look like bouncy racing lanes. The other half was set up in different sections, with a dodge ball court, a few slides, and an area for smaller children to play in.
    I’d thought that Henry would sit it out and just watch from the sidelines, but he seemed more excited than Will. Julie and I opted out of the bouncing, not because we didn’t want to play, but mostly because I wanted to know more about the woman who had known a side of my brother I’d never seen.
    We sat at the tables by the waiting area, watching through the plexiglass wall as Henry and Will jumped. Will grabbed onto Henry’s hand as they stepped onto the trampolines, still a little wary of the unsteady ground beneath his feet. Henry led him to the trampoline lane closest to us and they waved at us before taking exploratory jumps.
    “Will’s never been on a trampoline before,” Julie said. “Can you tell?”
    “How’s that possible?”
    She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m such a helicopter mom. I’m so scared something will happen to him.”
    I looked back at my nephew and was happy to see that he had let go of Henry’s hand and had