I was desperate for alone time with Caden. Not that I didn’t love our new chaos crew of kids, siblings, and parents, but sometimes a girl needs to remember what it feels like to walk around with her mate without a sticky hand in hers or someone asking her what a mortgage is.
So yeah, I was practically skipping out the door when he suggested we hit the shops before dinner tonight with my grandparents, Uncle Mark, and Elle. Private time, baby. Sanity time.
We started with swimwear.
Or, well… shorts. Caden refused to call it “swimwear” when it came to me because apparently the very concept of me in a bikini was a personal attack on his blood pressure.
To be fair, I tried to behave. I picked up a few reasonable options—a sweet little one-piece with a floral print, a tasteful high-waisted t
