“Not since high school,” I reply with a laugh. It doesn’t take long for us to drive the short distance to my house. I pull into the garage, and Apollo parks behind me.
June’s truck is parked in front of the guesthouse.
“Looks like we’re crashing a party,” Apollo says with a grin, and we walk over to knock on the door.
A few moments later, Sarah answers. Her cheeks are flushed, and she’s smiling with so much joy, it takes my breath away.
“Hi, guys. Come on in.” She steps back and gestures for us to come inside. “We were just getting settled.”
“Meow.”
Petunia ribbons between my legs and purrs when I pick her up and scratch behind her ears.
“She likes you,” Sarah says with surprise.
“I’m a likable guy.”
“Ugh, why areyouhere?” June demands, glaring at Apollo.
“We heard there was a creep in the area and decided to check it out. Turns out, the rumor was true, because here you are,” Apollo says to June with a satisfied grin.
“You’re so fucking witty,” June says with a roll of the eyes.
“I know. Nice digs, Sarah.”
“Isn’t it awesome?” she gushes as she looks around the space with flushed cheeks. “It’s a little cramped with all of us in here, but as summer gets closer, I can use the back patio as entertaining space, too, so Luna isn’t always the one to host our fun dinners. And look, I have space for a studio!”
She shows us into the small nook that the last tenant used as an office, and I lean against the wall, watching as Sarah points out all of her ideas.
I love that she’s going to make art here.
“But the best part is, I can see the ocean from here. And it’s just a short walk down to the beach. I’ll probably walk down there every morning.”
“Thank you,” Luna says quietly beside me. “She’s stupidly happy.”
“She should always be happy.”
I feel Luna look up at me, so I meet her gaze.
“Does she know?” she asks.
“About what?”
“That you’re still in love with her?”
My eyes turn back to Sarah, who’s joking with June and Apollo. Her head is tossed back, and she’s laughing.
I want to kiss her neck.
“No. And she may not for a long while.”
“Oh, Tanner. Don’t be too patient, okay?” Luna pats my arm, and we all turn as Luna’s fiancé, Wolfe, walks through the door.
“I found you. Hey, this is cute. It suits you, Sarah.”
“Are you mad that I’m not waiting for the apartment above the garage to be done?” she asks and worries her bottom lip between her teeth nervously.
“It could be another year,” he says with a sigh. “You’d be crazy to wait. We’ll figure out something to do with it. Don’t worry. This is way better. Quieter. And closer to your job.”