“Quinn, can you grab the wipes? I think she’s about to blow.” Sarah laughed, holding the squirming toddler at arm’s length as the little girl giggled and kicked her chubby legs. Quinn, who had been scrolling on his phone at the kitchen table, looked up with a grin and pushed his dark curls out of his eyes. “On it,” he said, standing and heading toward the diaper bag.

Sarah was perched on the edge of the couch, her long auburn hair tied up in a messy bun, a few strands escaping to frame her face. She wore a loose tank top that slipped slightly off one shoulder, revealing a faint tan line. Her jeans hugged her hips in a way that made Quinn glance twice, though he quickly looked away. They’d been friends since high school, and babysitting Sarah’s niece together had become a regular thing.

“Got it,” Quinn said, tossing the wipes to her. Sarah caught them mid-air, her green eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re getting good at this,” she teased. “Maybe you should consider a career change.” Quinn smirked, leaning against the arm of the couch. “Only if you’re my partner,” he said, his tone light but his gaze lingering just a second too long. Sarah opened her mouth to reply, but the sound of the front door unlocking cut her off.