Cayla never would have imagined the weekday morning routine could be an erotic experience. Then again, she’d never had anyone else’s help getting it accomplished. Coming out to find that Holt had wrangled Maddie out of bed, gotten her dressed, fed—with vegetables—and otherwise more or less ready for school, all so she herself could sleep in a bit had filled her with so much gratitude that had there been time and an empty house, she quite possibly would have jumped her new husband. Instead, she’d hurried to get dressed and piled in the car with them both for a weirdly domestic ride to school, where Holt and Maddie had sung along to some adult-friendly kid movie playlist he’d found, and she drank her first cup of coffee without having to risk third-degree burns down her throat. If not for th
