By the time the sun starts dipping low over the water, the house has transformed from "chaotic pool day" into something that smells like heaven and sounds like an entire stadium decided to relocate into our backyard.I come downstairs freshly showered, hair still damp, wearing the kind of loose sundress that says *I have zero intention of being fancy tonight* and find the patio already strung with soft lights, long tables pushed together end to end, and enough food to feed a small army. Which, considering who's arriving tonight, isn't far off."You're staring at the pie like it personally wronged you," Caspian says, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist, chin resting on my shoulder."I'm staring at the pie like I'm about to fall deeply, irreversibly in love with it," I correct. "There's a difference.""Is there?""Cuddly bunny, there is absolutely a difference." I lean back against him, watching the chef's assistant carry out yet another tray — this one loaded with
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