Crossing to the deck railing, she cast an anxious glance onto the patio below. There Hannah and Jasper were busy setting up for their outdoor movie while having a lively debate on the merits of chocolate covered pretzels versus chocolate covered popcorn. Inside, Will—who had woken, charmed everyone with his gummy new smile, filled an impressively stinky diaper, taken a full eight ounces of milk, and fallen asleep again—was snoozing happily in his crib. Jackson had the baby monitor in his office, Hannah had promised to pop up and check on the baby every hour or so, they had all said their goodbyes, and Clay had gone to carry their overnight bags to the car. She should be following him—they had nine o’clock dinner reservations in two hours and it would take them thirty minutes to get to the hotel. But for some reason, she couldn’t seem to tear herself away from the deck railing or her eyes away from Jasper.
