“I was Batman last year. This year, I’m Buzz Lightyear!” With carefulness, Noah settles his plate on the coffee table and jumps off the couch to show off his Buzz space suit—lifting one foot, then the other, and then spinning around fashion show–style.

Cassidy laughs and drops to one knee, so she’s at his level. “That’s awesome! I bet your Batman costume was way cooler than mine.”

Noah’s face lights up as he eats up her attention.

Tugging on my mask, I stare at them, devouring the scene. She’s talking to Noah, giving him her full attention, and my breathing catches in my throat. Never have I been turned on by seeing a woman with a child, but watching Cassidy and the way she throws her head back laughing while talking to him is hot.

“What’s up, big man?” Silas asks, slapping me on the back—knocking me out of my Cassidy trance.

I burst into laughter as I turn to him. “Dude, what the hell are you wearing?”

And I thought my costume was bad.

“What?” Silas grunts, his lips parting into a grin. “Don’t be jealous of my ensemble.” He performs a move similar to what Noah did.

“I’m far from jealous.” I shake my head, feeling embarrassed for him.

“Lola,” Silas shouts, wrapping his hands around his mouth. “Lincoln is talking crap about my costume!”

Silas’s leaf-covered romper makes sense when I see Lola wearing a matching dress. At least Cassidy didn’t decide for us to be Adam and Eve. A jumpsuit was pushing it. My ass will never be in a romper. I don’t care how much Cassidy begs me.

Lola smooths her hands down her long black hair before playfully flipping me off. “Don’t be jealous that Silas can show off his legs.”

I snort. “Silas can definitely be the romper-wearer of our group.”

“I’m going to miss this,” Grace whines, peering over at Georgia and plopping down cross-legged on the floor. “Miss us hanging out here, drinking wine, gossiping, and watching reruns of Schitt’s Creek.”

Georgia, who’s sitting on Archer’s lap in a chair, peers at Grace with sad eyes. “You can come over anytime you want for wine time or just move in with us.”

“Whoa,” Archer grunts behind her. “Where’s she going to sleep? The couch?”

“No, we’ll add a bedroom to the penthouse,” Georgia replies.

“Yeah, that’ll be easy to do on the top floor of a building,” I comment.

Grace’s shoulders droop. “It’s fine. I’ll just move in with my parents or something.”

“Why?” Cassidy asks, shooting a glance to Jamie. “Did you sell the place?”

Jamie rented out the townhouse to the girls after moving in with Cohen.

“Nope,” Jamie answers. “It’s all love’s fault.”

Cassidy’s head tilts to the side in question.