ANDREA’S POV
“Okay, done!” Nora said, coming into the kitchen. She was panting but beaming.
“Woah!” I exclaimed, taking in her wet shirt. “What happened?”
She laughed. “The twins are obsessed with the huge bath. They insisted on playing pirate ship very fervently.”
“Ah,” Zayne commented. “That’s why when I bathe them, I do it in my swimming trunks.”
Nora laughed. “Thanks for the tip.”
Zayne tipped an imaginary hat to her. He’d been here when we got back to help set up the rest of the move. We decided that with everything between us, it was best if we didn’t move in together. He’d gotten a nice little apartment less than five minutes away so he could still be in our lives.
I laughed, grimacing slightly. “I’m so sorry. I should have done bath time.”
Nora waved my co
