Chapter 117

I counted out a hundred paces before I turned and peeked over my shoulder. Vincent was holding up his arm, his sign for me to come back. It was late and this far away from the fire I was chilled, so I jogged my way back. The instant I was within hearing range, Vincent let out a whistle.

“And that’s a wrap, you fools! It’s in the can!”

The cheering was raucous and surprisingly loud for such a small group of people. I couldn’t stop grinning as I ambled closer. Vincent was directing them all to scatter, and to see that the equipment was packed away before the party got going. Milo was already bringing out his buffet to the long tables Vincent had set up on the lawn, and torches were being lit all around the perimeter. Between those, the lanterns, the bonfire, and the glow of the house, it was lit up and gorgeous.

“Think we can trust them to put everything away?” Vincent asked, sliding one arm around my waist.