Alpha Loren
The doorbell rang, so I kissed Zac’s cheek and wiped my floury hands on the towel.
“Keep doing that, I’ll be back in a moment. Maddy and Zac, keep well away from Stef.”
I opened the door to Luca and Amaani. Beside them was an enormous suitcase and in Luca’s arms their baby, Theodore. He was only a year old but had Amaani’s beautiful hair and a smile that could kill.
Luca bundled Theodore into my arms.
“Um, hello?”
“We’re going to Aruba,” he said, “You’re babysitting.”