April
The booth had rearranged in their absence. Mateo had claimed more table space with his food containers, Jax was showing Liam something on his phone, Killian and Arthur were deep in a quiet conversation involving numbers with too many zeros.
Caleb sat next to her without hesitation, settled in like he'd been there all along.
Everyone raised their glasses.
They drank.
And April had the uncomfortable feeling that Jax had said six like he was counting.
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