Brad
I stopped in the doorway to the kitchen, eyes on my girls in the sunroom. Tony stepped up beside me with a soft expletive.
Kaitlyn laid against Cynthia’s chest, eyes closed, pondering the question she’d just asked. Do you think Brad and I are… heathens… too? It was a loaded question. I’d spent time with Mrs. Pearson at neighbourhood events. The woman was not only devout but also rigid and judgemental. If she got into Kait’s head, we may never get her back into our bed.
And that was unacceptable.
Cynthia sat up and I slipped down beside them. Kait’s eyes fluttered, blushing as our eyes met. Held. I leaned in, my lips flitting across her forehead. Two fingers nudged her chin, and she dragged her gaze to mine.
Beautiful. Young. Intelligent. Sweet. Her eyes were not only the windows to her soul, but to her entire world. And I wanted us to be her world. To be all that she saw. Everything she wanted. All she needed. Cynthia, her, and me. The kids. And Tony. We could make it work. I knew we could.
Kaitlyn bit her lip and reached out. One hand grabbed Cynthia’s, and the other twined her fingers with mine. Her deep breath rattled her chest. Troubled eyes looked from Cynthia to me, then to Tony. Her mouth twisted before settling into a soft smile. A tilt of her head and he dropped to his knees beside the couch, his hand hesitant as he placed...