Chapter 49
Sage stood outside her bedroom door, the repaired phone heavy in her palm like an anchor dragging her back through years she’d rather forget.
The hallway of the mansion stretched quiet under soft overhead lights, cedarwood and leather scents wrapping around her like an old, complicated hug. She glanced toward the detached garage where Cole’s workshop light had finally clicked off.
“Yellow?” she scoffed, the word slipping out uninvited.
Harper appeared like a ghost in fuzzy socks, Pumpkin dangling upside down in her arms like an oversized, disgruntled loaf. “What was that?”
“Nothing.” Sage forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
Harper narrowed her gaze, shifting Pumpkin to a more dignified position. “You’ve got that face again. The one that says you’re knee-deep in memo
