By the time Milo came down in his usual lack of morning attire, Billy and Erika were already in the kitchen. “Good morning, Flower.” He kissed her on the cheek. “And you…” Milo mounted Billy, there on his chair, kissing him so hard he nearly toppled them both back into the refrigerator.
“Get off, Brit!”
“Did you?” Billy was grinning as Milo spun around and off his lap. “That’s how this works now, right? We just put our mouths on anyone, any time?”
Erika had listened through the vent on purpose once Billy was asleep. She hadn’t heard a peep. Either they’d closed their side off, now that they knew, or they’d slept apart—because of her.
“I get one free cheat with you, Hockey Puck, you and your coat hook willie. Tom Alan says it’s fine as long as he gets to watch.”
“That was it?” Billy as
