Chapter 276. The Wedding Conversation, Sort Of.
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We were on our way home from the dinner, Dante and Sedona's small announcement still settling into something warm in my chest, when Lucian said, without much preamble, "Did that feel like a benchmark to you, or am I imagining it?"
Lake was asleep in the back seat, the specific deep collapse of a four-year-old who'd run out of fuel mid-sentence somewhere around the second helping of cobbler. I glanced at him in the mirror before answering, the privacy of his sleep giving us room for a conversation that didn't need careful editing.
"It felt like a benchmark," I said.
"For us," Lucian said. Not quite a question.
"For us," I agreed.
I had not planned to have this conversation tonight. I wanted to be precise about that, the way I us
