The sun shines down on the Garden Estate as the celebration of Saz continues. I lean on a high top and munch on my Swiss, watching Dr. Fillburn take a crack at corn hole. The blue bean bag flies past the goal and an older woman pats Dr. Fillburn on the back with a laugh. Probably his wife. He stands aside as she takes a shot at it, landing her bean bag in the first hole. I smile as they both clap and cheer. I wonder what I'll be doing when I'm that old.
“Hey there, stranger."
Jasper puts his arm around my shoulders and kisses my cheek, his citrus cologne intoxicating. I swallow the rest of my cheese. “Hey there yourself."
He looks around at the crowd. “Where's your bodyguard?'
“Out mingling with the common folk," I laugh. “I saw Zelia dragging him over to meet someone over there."
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