He’d convinced Jacqueline that Crafty Corners needed to create a new arm where customers could purchase one-off pieces of craft from various regions of the world. The artist received the bulk of the profit while Crafty Corners received plaudits for good corporate citizenship. What only Catie and Ísa knew was that helping small artisans was Harlow’s passion.

“Yes,” Sailor said. “Emmaline is fascinated by the way he calls from all kinds of places. I’ve told Harlow to watch out or he’ll open his suitcase one day to find she’s stowed away in it.”

“It’s nice,” she said, nodding at the wall. “Seeing how close you all grew up, how you and Gabe made time for Danny and Jake even after you were living away.”

“Wouldn’t change it for the world.” Sailor pressed a kiss to the top of her hair with easy familiarity. “I want my kids to grow up the same with their cousins.”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that. The kids are like a tiny pack.”

“One day, Brown Eyes,” Sailor said, “your kids can join the pack.” Another shoulder hug before he left to help with the barbeque.

Catie was still blinking over the idea of having kids when Jake, who’d just arrived, bumped into her. “Oops, sorry,” he said with a grimace. “Shit, I think I managed to find the one piece of Lego on the floor.”

Looking down, she saw him picking the offender off the bottom of his bare foot. “Ouch.”

“Tell me about it.” Wincing, he put the tiny colored brick safely on the mantel. “You checking out the Wall of Shame, huh?”

When Catie lifted an eyebrow, he began to point out images. “That’s the one where two seconds after the photo was taken, I pushed Danny into a mud pit we’d created the day before. And that’s where he put a rotten tomato on my chair—my shorts were gross while this photo was being taken.”

Catie’s shoulders shook. “Then why do the two of you have your arms around each other and are cackling like maniacs?”

“It was an excellent prank—I thought it was hilarious.” Jake grinned, all dark eyes and dark hair that reminded her of Danny. “Oh, this is a good one. I wasn’t born then, but apparently this is where Sailor decided to paint Gabe’s hair while Gabe was sleeping.”

Catie leaned in closer, finally saw the colors in Gabe’s hair. “Hah. I never spotted that.” The images had faded over the years—what hadn’t were the scowls on both boys faces or their mulishly folded arms. “They’re not happy.”

“Sailor got grounded for the prank while Gabe got grounded for retaliating by putting worms in Sailor’s bed.”