6
Full house
Lily seemed lost. She randomly blurted out items that were likely lost in the fire. Her face crumpled when she said, “My laptop.”
“It’s backed up, isn’t it?” Van asked her.
“I hope so,” she didn’t seem sure. “All that work,” she turned wide eyes on Van seeking assurance.
“We’ll figure it out,” he promised her. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of jealousy at his unconditional support of her in good times and bad. That is exactly what I had always wanted, but never had.
Obviously wanting to take Lily’s mind off all that she had likely lost, Van proved how secure he was in his manhood by saying, “How about that fireman, huh?” He prodded us. “He was hot… smokin’ hot. Get it?”
I rolled my eyes at him. “How long have you been waiting to zing that one?”
“Pretty much since he
