Saturday afternoon I was anxious and ready. Ethan was supposed to be there any minute. I was taking advantage of the little time I had to stuff a few more Easter eggs before the doorbell rang.
Instead, I got a text message from him.
Where are the kids?
Upstairs. Why?
Open the door. I want to steal a kiss.
I snapped the last egg closed then went to the door, opening it quietly so Kevin and Becca didn’t hear Ethan come in.
He snatched me around the waist and dragged me outside, snapping the door shut with a soft click. Then he pressed me against the wood and kissed the hell out of me.
My bare toes curled into the rough concrete. The solid door at my back made it hard to move. I wound my arms around his neck and wished we could go out alone again. His tongue swept through my mouth, tea
