ARYA The air smelled of roasted herbs, jasmine, and pine. Of safety and of home. My husband was laughing. He stood beneath the moonlight in his white button-down shirt, which was unbuttoned at the throat because Orion, our son, had yanked his collar down earlier, and his hair was pulled into that same messy bun he always wore lately. Maya and Mason's backyard glowed as if there was some kind of magic in the air. Maya was chasing Rose, Lia, and Nova—her three daughters—away from the dessert table, but they only giggled and ducked beneath her arms. Rose had frosting on her cheek. Lia had two extra cookies hidden in her pocket. Nova was already negotiating with Anna about who could arm-wrestle Ezra first. "Breathe, my love," Mason said, sidling up behind Maya and wrapping his arms around her waist. "They're children, not criminals." "They're criminals with dimples," Maya muttered, trying not to smile. I turned from them, barely holding in a laugh, and found Daxton again. He
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