Lorenzo’s grip tightens, and Dahlia and Julian’s eyes drop toward our clasped hands. Talk about a hard launch. I let out a nervous laugh. “Hey.” “Hey?” She stares at me like she doesn’t recognize the person standing before her. “I’ve been looking all over for you! Did you not hear the fire alarm?” “Um…I was a bit busy.” I lean into Lorenzo’s side, and thankfully he doesn’t step away. Dahlia focuses her attention back on me. “I can see.”
