In-Love with More than One
All the way home, we listen to the radio, both of us singing while Lyla laughs in the back seat at our horrible karaoke skills.
When we get home, Dane’s in the middle of tossing something in a pan, and Richard is already camped out on the couch, waiting for us.
“Hey, baby,” Dane says as he slings the towel over his shoulder and meets me and Lyla at the door.
He picks her up and kisses her until she’s squealing.
Then he kisses me, melting every bone in my body.
“Hey,” I say breathlessly as he pulls away. When he does, I see Richard, staring at me from across the island.