Then Wolf looks at him.
“You realize this means you’re officially not allowed to die on missions anymore.”
Saint says, “I wasn’t planning to.”
“Good,” Wolf says. “Because she’d kill us.”
I smile sweetly. “Probably.”
Saint
At some point, someone hands me a beer.
Someone else hands Laney a list of wedding venues she definitely did not ask for.
The baby starts fussing.
I pick her up automatically.
And that’s when I realize:
This isn’t just my team anymore.
This is… family.
I look at Laney.
She looks at me.
And in the middle of all the noise and laughter and chaos…
Everything feels settled.
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Laney
Ishould have known telling the Magnolia ladies was a mistake.
A beautiful mistake.
But still.
A mistake.
By ten in the morning, the kitchen looks like a command center.
There are notebooks.
There are color swatches.
There is a three-ring binder that appeared out of nowhere and may be alive.
Saint stands in the doorway holding Emmy, watching the invasion like he’s trying to decide if this qualifies as a hostile takeover.
“They brought… charts,” he says quietly.
Mildred beams at him. “Of course we did.”
