Blade’s P.O.V.
I leaned back in my chair after being forced to eat way too much food that my brother the master chef had cooked together, the laughter and chatter of my family swirling around me like the warm embrace of a campfire. My eyes kept drifting to Meghan, who sat across the room, her hands animated as she spoke with Jules and Jenna. Even Gran was leaning in, her sharp wit softening in the presence of Meghan’s infectious smile. I felt my chest tighten, my heart thudding in a way that made me wonder if it might burst.
Was this real?
Could I, Blade Miller, the brooding middle brother and bad boy out of the bunch, really deserve this?
I flexed my fingers against my thigh, tempted to pinch myself just to make sure. Meghan threw her head back and laughed at something Lila had just
