A valet stepped unobtrusively to the side as a tall, angular Black man approached, casually gorgeous in a stylish suit, and gave Jess a smile that somehow communicated a warm You can trust me vibe. His hand was outstretched, and only a few paces behind him was a woman, playfully shuffle-jogging in sky-high heels to catch up.

“Trevor Gruber,” he said to Jess, shaking her hand.

“Jess Davis.”

“Great to meet you, Jess.” He pulled River in for a hug. “Good to see you, man. And this,” he said to Jess as the petite Asian woman arrived at his side, “is my wife, Caroline. Thank you so much for coming tonight.”

“Hi, you two!” Caroline embraced Jess first, and then stepped forward to hug River. Her dress clung to and flowed over her body in such a graceful balance that Jess wanted to high-five her. When Caroline moved back, Jess noticed a caterer practically materialize out of thin air.

Caroline offered River a mischievous little smile and reached back to grab a highball glass from the tray held aloft by the waiter. She pressed the drink into River’s hand. “See? One step in the door, just like I promised.” He laughed, and she stretched, kissing his cheek, stage-whispering, “I told you it wouldn’t be so bad.”

Jess immediately loved her.

River looked over their shoulders, deeper into the room. “This isn’t bad?”

Jess followed his gaze and did a quick estimation that there were upward of fifty people in the expansive living room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking San Diego Bay and the Coronado Bridge. Every one of them in formal attire, every one of them staring at the Diamond couple.

Turning to their hosts to compliment the view, Jess stopped at the sight of River’s expression, swallowing her words. He’d gone vaguely pale and clammy. He lifted the drink to his lips, and then hummed appreciatively, murmuring with recognition some obscure alcohol name Jess didn’t catch, and thanking Caroline under his breath.

With a smile aimed at Jess, Caroline turned and grabbed the other item off the caterer’s tray—a glass of white wine. “River said you like semidry whites.” She glanced sweetly at him for confirmation. “This is a viognier-marsanne.”

“Gesundheit,” Jess joked dorkily, and to her relief, Caroline laughed. River had paid attention to what she’d ordered at dinner with David and Brandon and remembered all this time?

He wore cologne for her.

He wanted to eat her like beef Wellington in this dress.

Caroline turned to face the party. “Everyone is dying to meet you, Jess.” She angled back to them. “But let’s let them sweat it out for a few. It’s my party.” Threading her arm through Trevor’s, she leaned in conspiratorially. “We loved the profile in the Trib—River is my favorite guy ever, other than the one I married, and those pictures? Oh my God. The one of you in his coat?” She lightly smacked Jess’s arm. “Forget it. I dropped dead on the spot. But I’m afraid this party got away from me as soon as I mentioned the idea to my friend Tilly.” She pointed vaguely across the room to where this Tilly must have been. “I said, ‘Wouldn’t it be so fun to have Jess and River over?’ She talked to Brandon and it turned into a whole thing.” Caroline rolled her eyes in apology. “I meant like dinner. Of course, the two of them had the entire GeneticAlly board and all the investors invited before I’d even told Trevor.”