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“No, that was—” I stop before I hit a new low point in my life.

Dan did see. Or he’s smart enough to add it up.

I’m mortified.

“It’s cool, Margot,” Sophie whispers gently.

“It’s not cool. Not even a little.” My voice is so faint. No version of this fact will ever be okay. “It was a mistake, really—an accident. We weren’t thinking and we’re never going to do it again.”

What else can I offer her but the truth?

I think she’ll be relieved, or at least she’ll pick up on my humiliation and back off, but it turns out I’ve misjudged her.

She just folds her arms and looks at me stubbornly.

“You should.”

“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.” I stop short of burying my face in my hands.

“Dadneedsa girlfriend,” she hisses.

It’s so comical I could almost forgive her for springing this on me.

“I doubt he’d agree. And besides, Sophie, um…”

Where do I even start?

How do you explain to a child that a kiss doesn’t mean two people want a serious relationship?

Especially two people like us.

Kane Saint couldn’t be more different from everything I know.

Kids. Baggage. Big homemade breakfasts instead of croissants and coffee or green smoothies from a grab-and-go café.

Nothing says he evenlikesme enough to want to kiss me again beyond our shared thirst.

When I tried talking to him about it like a normal human being, he just bowed up and denounced what happened.

Probably for the best, honestly, because I’ve already decided it should never happen again.

But still.

There’s a difference between knowing something and having the man you kissed in a stuffy attic tell you what an awful move it was.

Especially when I’m the one who kissed him first.

Arrogant prick.

If it was a ginormous mistake—and yes, we both agree on that—then it wasmine.

“Dad hasn’t been with anybody since Mom,” Sophie confesses with wide eyes.

I hate that I’m interested in this little nugget of news.

“Your mom?”

“Oh, she hasloadsof boyfriends. I barely remember their names.” Sophie’s voice is scathing. “Dad, he should get one lady friend, at least. It’s only fair.”