I directed Jasper to a seat at the bar, squeezing his shoulder before taking the one next to him. I watched as he took in the surroundings. I followed his gaze, wondering what he thought of the set up my parents have. They have a state of the art outdoor kitchen on the patio, complete with a small fridge, sink, burners and, of course, a professional grade gas grill. Mom had put the tray of food down on the bar, before taking a seat next to me.
Carlisle poured us each a glass of Pinot Gris before taking his seat. I could tell that Jasper was still a little tense, so I put my hand on the small of his back, rubbing it gently in the hopes of calming his nerves a little. He gave a soft sigh as he smiled at me, mouthing "Thank you." I winked at him as I grabbed a few grapes, popping one in my mouth.