Kristen
I slept with my daughter's best friend’s dad.
For some reason that inane thought kept rattling around my head, long after we had drained the tepid water from the tub, sopped up the water from the bathroom floor, and slipped between the luxurious sheets in his huge custom master bed.
After it was all over, I felt weirdly shy again. Like that bold, crazy woman that had fearlessly crawled into Ezra Falcon’s lap had retreated back into whatever dark corner of my psyche she had crawled out of, and now I was just back to being…me.
I wrapped myself in a towel until I could get into a modest pair of pajamas. Ezra gave me a look, and I cursed the fact that my cheeks always got hot and red. “Just in case, you know…the kids…” I said lamely, as I gathered muttered damp hair into a sloppy k
