I put my hand on Dahlia's shoulder. "OK. I'm not mad. Let's just sit down and talk about this. I need something stronger than a beer though!" I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of bourbon and a glass. I came back in and sat in a chair facing them on the couch.
"So how long has our little secret been out?" I asked as I poured a healthy slug of the amber liquid.
Amelia gave a small, laughing snort and Dahlia looked like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "Well . . . From the day after our very first kiss." She cringed like she was expecting me to yell.
Instead, I think I surprised her when I broke out laughing. I couldn't help it. The stress, the absurdity of the whole situation, even the relief of not having to hide ourselves in front of one less person. I laughed
