Page 45 of Kiss Me Again

“Always wanted two woman at the same time—

I face him, and he’s as slimy looking as I thought. “And I’ve always wanted ten million dollars in my bank account. We can’t always get what we want. Go away.”

His eyes dip into my cleavage before he goes. Yuck.

“You know, back in high school, I was a little jealous of how easy it was for you to get guys. Now, I’m so glad not to deal with that on a regular basis.”

She chuckles. “It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” Then, her mood turns. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I think so. It’ll just take some time to work through this. In the meantime, let’s order some more fries.”

She grins. “And I’ll buy them.”

“That’s awful nice of you, since you ate all of mine. Will I get any of these?”

“Let’s get two orders.”

18

Cormac

“Uno!” Aiden shouts.

“Buddy, as much as I appreciate your enthusiasm for the game, you don’t shout Uno every time you put a card down. Only when it’s the last card you have. That’s what uno means—one. That’s how to you tell the other players you’re down to one card.”

He frowns up at me. “But it’s more fun this way.”

Franny shouts, “Uno!” as she puts another card down.

“Sweetie, I just said—

“Aiden’s right. You try it.”

I will never win an argument in my own house ever again. I’m outnumbered. “Uno!” I shout as I put a blue card down. In all fairness to the kids, itismore fun this way.

It’s Sunday, the day I used to love back when I was a bachelor. A day for lying in bed, doing the Times’ crossword, and drinking mimosas. Now, my Sundays involve waking up early and making pancakes for the kids before we go on a hike, which balances out the pancakes. Today though, a bit of rain stopped us from the hike, so I decided to teach them how to play this.

“You know, the storm has passed if you two want to go on our hike.”

“Uno!” Aiden shouts, giggling as he slaps a card down.

“That card doesn’t go with that color or that number.”

“Yeah,” Franny says, “Try again.”

He leans close. “What about this card?”

I groan. “That I’m about to pick up four new ones.”

“Yay! Uno!” he gets up from the living room floor for a celebratory dance. So, of course, Franny joins him.

“That’s not very sportsman like.”

She grins. “I’m not a spore man.”

I laugh and wish Lily was around to share this moment with. The thought makes that familiar spot in my chest ache. The one that tells me that being a professional with her is a bad idea. I want to give into it. To take her in my arms the next time I see her and—

My phone rings. And it’s a FaceTime call from Clint Bryson. “Kids, quiet—

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