Lauren was elbow-deep in a bucket of soapy water, scrubbing a particularly stubborn stain off one of Sophie’s favorite bowls.
Larry strolled in, leaning casually against the doorframe with his arms crossed. His presence was always so annoyingly relaxed, like he owned every space he walked into.
“What’s the plan tonight?” he asked, his voice breaking the silence.
Lauren didn’t look up. “Why?”
“Because,” he started, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “I was thinking you could spice things up a little.”
She finally turned, narrowing her eyes at him. “Spice things up? With you?”
He chuckled, stepping further into the kitchen. “We can get to that later, but Nope. With a party.”
Lauren blinked at him, incredulous. “A party? Are you serious?”
“Dead serious,” Larry said, grabbing an apple f
