I opened my mouth to ask what was inside.
But Ethan was already gone.
Before I could follow, I heard the gate swing open.
Jordan strolled in like he still owned the place, one hand on the small of Percy’s back.
I opened my mouth to ask what was inside.
She wore a dress that probably cost more than my monthly grocery bill.
Her smile was practiced, cool.
Every conversation around us seemed to lower a notch.
“There she is,” Jordan called out, waving like we were old college friends. “The birthday boy’s mother.”
I pulled in a slow breath and felt Clark’s hand find the small of my back.
Every conversation around us seemed to lower a notch.
The touch steadied me more than I wanted to admit.
“Jordan,” I said evenly. “Percy.”
Percy tilted her head in a small nod.
She was already scanning the yard like she was measuring the furniture.
Then Jordan’s eyes landed on Clark.
He looked him up and down.
Once. Twice.
And then he laughed.