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Dinner was lamb and roasted vegetables, and Dorian was in a good mood.
“Natalie’s decided on sage green,” he said, cutting his food with that easy confidence he had when the evening was going the way he wanted. “For the nursery. I told her it was her choice entirely.”
“That’s a good color,” I said. “Calm. Works for a boy or a girl.”
“That’s exactly what I said.” He pointed his fork at me briefly, pleased. “You two think alike sometimes.”
Natalie looked up from her plate. “I don’t think we do,” she said pleasantly, and reached for her water glass.
I looked at her and smiled. “Sage green is a safe choice,” I said. “You really can’t go wrong with it.”
She held my eyes for a moment — that new careful attention she’d carried for two weeks now, sitting just underneath every look s
