The second Mum and Lyra disappear into the corridor, Dad leans back against the counter with his coffee.
"Well," he says. "That wasn't subtle."
"What wasn't?" I ask, still staring at the door to the corridor.
"Your mum removing Lyra from the room."
I turn away from the door and make a disgruntled sound, dragging a hand through my damp hair. I then immediately regret anything that might suggest discomfort.
Dad's gaze sharpens.
Brilliant.
"Did something happen last night?" he asks. "Upstairs, with Lyra."
I sigh.
There it is.
Brilliant.
"Nothing happened," I say, accurately. Because it didn't. Not really.
"Joshua," he says quietly, low enough that I have to look at him.
I set my mug down with more care than necessary.
"Fine. I nearly kissed her," I admit, because lying to him wo
