“What the f**k Lana!” The words tumbled out again as my eyes darted between them, stunned and still trying to process what I had just walked in on.
“Robin I…” Mike began, attempting to offer an explanation but I held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks.
He heaved a sigh, turned to Lana, pressed a soft kiss to her cheek—and then to her lips—murmured that he’d call her later, and scurried out the door.
I stood there, incredulous, rooted to the spot by the bold display of affection.
How did I miss this?
When did it start?
Lana and Mike???
I stared at Lana for an eternity, too shocked to utter any words. I shook my head, sidestepping her and heading for my room. She swiftly tugged on my wrist and turned me around to face her.
“What is this Lana?” I asked, disbelief washing across m
