Garrett snorted from his spot beside Hannah, her hand resting on his thigh. Allie tucked herself under Dean's arm, laughing at the familiar retelling.

Dean was too deep in his story to notice. Tucker had turned to check something on the stove. But the look—that brief, burning look—settled in your chest like a live wire.

You shot her a warning look. She just grinned, eyes dancing.

More laughter. Another burst of music from someone's phone. And in the warm press of bodies, you saw Beau slip into the hallway—toward the back of the house.