Chapter 71

Sarah

Leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed, I can't suppress the grin spreading across my face.

There they are, Vincent and Nathan, each holding a different end of what's supposed to be the sides of the baby dresser. The instructions are spread out on the floor like a treasure map that neither seems able to read.

"Guys, you do realize that it's just a baby dresser, not a spaceship, right?" I quip, watching as their brows knit even tighter, if that's possible.

"Easy for you to say, Sarah," Vincent shoots back without looking up, his fingers fumbling with a tiny bolt. "This thing has more pieces than a jigsaw puzzle."

Nathan, ever the optimist, chimes in with a chuckle. "We've got this under control. Right, Vincent?"

"Totally," Vincent says, though his voice lacks any real conviction.

I saunter over, perching on the edge of the unfinished drawer that sits upside down on the carpet. "So, which one of you is going to tell me your secret talent is actually carpentry?" I tease