You grabbed the bag of colorful fruit snacks from the back of the cabinet—the ones Sarah said were "pure sugar" and "a dentist's nightmare." Perfect.

You padded into the living room, twirling the bag, ready to distract AJ and Cass before Sarah came back from the store.

You stopped.

Sam was talking to a man. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dark hair brushing his jaw. He stood with his weight shifted like he was used to carrying something heavy. His eyes—blue, bright—landed on you.