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Skye takes over. “I left the house in a hurry to get River. I was already in bed and got the car keys and ran out, didn’t even grab a jacket or my purse, which means I didn’t have my driver’s license on me and Logan followed me home so he could look at it.”

“I’m sure he did.” I smirk at him.

“Can you blame me? I mean, those PJs were small and so tight and it was freezing that night—”

Skye slaps him in the arm, but there’s no heat behind it. He grabs her hand and kisses her open palm. There’s a lot of heat behind that.

“Yeah,” River interrupts. “But that was after she offered to give him a blowjob and decided to buy a vibrator.”

I choke on my water while Logan is laughing and Skye’s face turns five different shades of pink and red.

“That is NOT what happened.”

River shrugs, in a very nonchalant way, like a self-satisfied cat. “That’s how I remember it.”

I look at the three of them and they look like a family. All these stories they share, the words they exchange with just a glance. I feel like an outsider. Like someone looking in through a window. Watching it all, but not really a part of it. It makes me a little sad and a little envious. Don’t get me wrong. I couldn’t be happier for Logan. I guess, I’m wishing for a bit of the same.

River sneaks looks at me when she thinks I’m not paying attention and I wonder what she sees when she does.

“You cooked, we’ll clean up.” Skye offers after we’re done with dinner.

“Actually, you both did. Logan cooked, and you baked, I can handle the clean- up,” I counter.

“I didn’t do anything. I guess I should help clean up too.” That’s River. I’m a little surprised, but I’m not turning her down. I can see in her face that she expects me to.