That afternoon after the garage closed I drove to the clubhouse as I’d done several evenings recently.
The familiar routine already felt comforting with children riding bicycles around the yard and someone laughing from the workshop behind the clubhouse.
The smell of dinner drifted through the open kitchen windows.
It felt lived in and felt real.
After everyone gathered around the long dining table Jace stood and quietly cleared his throat with me sitting beside him and the room gradually fell silent.
“I’ve got something to say.” Jace said and Hunter leaned back in his chair.
“This should be interesting.” Hunter said but Jace ignored him.
“Paige and I are together.” He started but nobody looked surprised and several people smiled. So Emma reached across the table and gave my ha
