Aspen’s POV
Dancing with Jack was the most fun I could remember having, other than being with Helio. I knew he could be graceful on the dance floor, but right now Jack was gangly, all swooping arms and legs and even hops and jumps.
“It’s so good to have you home,” Jack beamed when I laughed and joined in.
I couldn’t remember ever just jumping around. Queen Bridget would have killed me. Or locked me in the silver cupboard with polish and a rag for the rest of my natural life. It felt so good to be free this way. “I’m glad to be home,” I responded honestly.
“I’m glad you’re glad,” Jack teased.
“And I’m glad you’re glad I’m glad,” I quipped back.
Jack broke out in raucous laughter. “You fit right in. It’s like we found a sock that’s been missing for decades.”
I wrinkled my nose. “I’m a
