"Bad boy," I whispered, even more quietly than I needed to. But it wasn't his borderline inappropriate compliment I was really talking about, and I think he knew that judging from the smug grin on his face.

The sun was going down at this point, and a lot of people were going back behind the houses onto the large, open slope behind the properties where there would be a great view of the fireworks. Jacob and I both got another drink and went back to the hillside where most of the crowd were claiming their seats for the display. With his drink in one hand, my son took my free...