Blaze:
"That's the last of it!" Saint called, slapping the back of the McMillans' rental truck with a solid thud. The sun was just breaking over the trees, light spilling golden across the rooftops like a promise. My boots were planted in dewy grass, and my chest felt heavy—not from the lifting, but from the weight of everything this moment meant.
We had the keys.
Our house. Ours.
A two-story white farmhouse with a full wrap-around porch and a white picket fence to match Saint and Shay’s. Right next door. Like some fate-scribbled daydream brought to life.
Saint leaned against the tailgate and grinned at me. “You realize your wife and mine basically strong-armed those old folks into selling to you, right?”
I laughed, wiping sweat from my brow with the back of my hand. “They didn’t sta
