JJ
Opening day had gone too well, and apparently my brain didn’t trust success.
By the time we pulled into the driveway, the house lights were on and Sable was carrying a sleeping eight-year-old up the walk with Hannah behind her holding the rabbit. Millie didn’t wake when I changed her into pajamas. She mumbled something about purple paint and tucked the rabbit under her chin the way she always did.
I cracked her door.
Waited.
Listened to her breathing even out.
Only then did I walk into the master and lock it.
Nixx had already lost his cut and boots. Benny was sitting on the edge of the bed working his shirt off, looking at me like he had been waiting all day to get his hands on the woman who had just survived her own opening.
“We survived,” I said.
Nixx’s mouth curved. “You sur
