Yeah, those tattoos and muscles were all hers. As were the cookies he’d made just for her, hidden inside where the friends and family who they loved—just not enough to share every single cookie with—would never find them. She was in a really good place.

Speaking of really good places… Whitney looked around the patio. Everyone was here. Even Paige and Piper and Ollie. She sighed a happy sigh.

She’d spent time with her own mother and father and brothers on this patio over the years.

But she’d never actually been with family here.

Until now.