Behind me, Kane gags, making me chuckle.
“Of course I’m decent. Why would I be naked in front of—Oh.” Millie gasps as she spots us at the top of the stairs. “Right. Because we’re newlyweds and we’ve been doing nothing but having all the naked sex.”
I narrow my eyes, silently scolding her acting skills.
“Hi, Kane.” She tilts to the side and smiles at my brother, who has stopped behind me. “You’re lucky I’m completely covered up. I?—”
He barks out a laugh behind me. “Don’t worry, you’re not my type.”
“Ouch.”
“I’m into dudes.” He shuffles to my side.
“Oh. That’s better, then.” She tackles him in a cool aunt-like hug and ruffles his scruffy hair.
By the way his eyes sparkle as he playfully bats her away, it’s obvious he enjoys her attention. My heart aches for this kid. I can only imagine how much he misses his mom’s affection.
With a chuckle, he throws a thumb my way. “He said you two are cool.”
“Hethinks he’s cool?” She points to me.
“Hey. Take that back. Or I’ll eat your taco.”
Millie snorts, her brows jumping to her hairline at my accidental euphemism. “You wouldn’t dare.”
I waggle my brows in a challenge. “Try me.”
I hold the bag above her head, and when she reaches for it, I tickle under her arm.
Kane and Millie get settled at the table while I head to the kitchen for drinks. When I come back, Kane has already inhaled a pork taco. Good thing I got extra.
“Want one?” he asks Millie, who’s sitting on his other side.
“No, thank you. I don’t eat pork.”
“What?” Kane says, like it’s sacrilege.
Honestly, in Hawaii, it sort of is.
“Yeah, I keep kosher,” she replies.
“You do?” I choke on my food, quickly eyeing Kane. Dammit. This is the second time I’ve let it slip that I don’t know my wife very well. “But you ate shrimp in Greece.”
“Ah, yes. Kosher except for shellfish because,gah”—she tosses her head back—“I love shrimp.”
“A cherry-picking Jew like me.” I laugh.
“You’re Jewish? That’s cool,” Kane says around a mouthful of his third taco.
I huff out a laugh. “Oh, so you can say ‘cool,’ but I can’t?”
Though the meal started out lively, we quickly fall into an awkward silence. I’m racking my brain for ways to break the tension when Millie grabs a chicken taco and adds an extra dollop of guacamole to it.
“I’m picking up weird vibes. Does anyone want to fill me in on what’s going on?”
I study Kane, then Millie. When I turn back to Kane, I give him an encouraging nod, hoping he’ll open up to us.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and lets out a long exhale. “So, it’s not like I was in the closet…”
