The taxi pulled up. I stepped onto the porch, trying to look casual, but my breath caught when Nico stepped out. Broad shoulders, thick arms under a sleeveless tee, and legs that filled his jeans too well. He waved with that same easy energy I remembered, like nothing had changed.
Then the back door opened, and someone else climbed out. A stranger, taller, darker, confident in a way that made my stomach twist. Nico turned to me, smiling. "This is Theo, my best friend. Hope you don’t mind, he’s staying too." I nodded and swallowed hard, heat rising behind my ears. Two guests. Two young men.