I drew a blue chip matching Julian Vance’s stone-faced corporate lawyer. Across the grass, Sienna pulled an emerald chip.
Julian’s charming cousin—Parker Vance, wearing athletic gear instead of a linen suit—drew the matching emerald. Parker let out a loud sigh, flashing Sienna a big toothy grin. "Looks like we fixed spatial alignment today, Sienna. Try not to miss me when Dominic gets bored."
Sienna didn't roll her eyes. Worse—she laughed. A bright, chiming sound that hit my ribs lightly.
My jaw locked. Rules said zero interference. Zero territorial nonsense.
I turned my back, dropped my shoulders, and spent twenty-eight minutes watching Sienna and Parker haul timber, solve a lock puzzle in four minutes, and high-five like old startup buddies. Parker leaned close to fix a harness stra
