SATURDAY MORNING, I flung the duvet into its accustomed heap, tugged something on, and danced out the bedroom in the best of moods. Even Sean’s absence on waking didn’t bother me. Nothing, I believed, could spoil my demeanour.
“Sean!”
“In here,” he called from the kitchen.
I skipped down the stairs and headed in to kiss him. My body almost shivered on straightening, and I smiled at Nathan and Ethan as gentle vibrations ran through me.
The chair beside Sean screeched across the tiles when I pulled it out to sit. My knees wobbled up and down, slapping the soles of my feet against the cold floor.
The three men merely watched. Although they also appeared to be excited about something, they did a much better job than me of containing themselves.
After more smiles, I pushed up, filled the
