Olivia’s POV

I leaned against the doorframe of my bedroom and watched Elliott spread a blanket over the couch. “Are you sure you want to sleep out here? That couch is terrible for your back.”

He glanced up with a tired smile. “I’ve slept on worse. Besides, someone needs to keep an eye on our surprise guest.”

Mia bounced on my bed in her pajamas, singing a made-up song about unicorns. When Joseph had asked where he would sleep, I told him the truth: the only free space was the ...