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My eyes went to the front of the gray shirt she was wearing to see it stained with water.

Her hair was up in a messy bun, her face was devoid of makeup, and she had a pimple on her forehead.

She was still the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

I once again pressed her to the sink, causing her to squeak.

“Lock,” she cried. “It’s wet.”

I pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“My parents are on their way over here,” I said.

She narrowed her eyes.

“Lock…”

“They’re going to take the kids with them to the lake like you’d planned,” I said.

I’d called on the way home, and they’d said they would be right over.

“The kids are all in bed, Lock,” she denied. “Call them back and tell them never mind.”

I shook my head.

“No,” I said. “Not today.”

She narrowed her eyes.

“Lock, the day is already over,” she tried. “I’m not in the mood.”

I tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, then pressed a kiss to her nose.

“I know,” I said. “But I’m going to fix this.”

I pulled out about eight bags of takeout and showed them to her.

“I already ate,” she said.

“You did,” I agreed. “But…I doubt you ate much. You were mad at me, and when you’re mad, you don’t eat.”

Her eyes flickered.

I had her.

She was starving.

Her eyes flicked to the bag, then back to me.

But before I could say anything, my back door opened, and my mother walked in.

“Let’s get those kids loaded up,” she ordered. “Lock, help me.”

I did, and when I came back, Saylor was angrily sucking back a milkshake.

I didn’t smile like I wanted to.

I didn’t even grin.