Gage, Colette’s younger brother, lingered at the edge of our circle. He’d grown into his features since high school, no longer the gangly boy who’d slip notes into my locker. “Nice to see you,” he said, his eyes lingering on mine a beat too long.

“You, too,” I replied, suddenly aware of Bennett watching our interaction.

Colette clapped her hands. “Now that Sarah’s here, I can show you all the nursery mock-up! The designer finished the renderings yesterday.”