Nova
The girls were whispering in the backseat of Dominic’s SUV while I drove them to school on Friday. Or at least they were doing the seven-year-old version of whispering where they thought no one could hear them, but we all could.
“Tell her,” Emma and Aria kept saying to Lila. Lila in turn would shush them, and then they’d start all over.
“Tell her.”
“Shhhh.”
“Tell her!”
“Shhh!”
I peeked at Zane in the front seat next to me, smiling at him with amusement. He mirrored my expression. These girls were the light of my life, and the bodyguards were clearly falling for them, too.
“Hey, Mom?” Lila finally called from the backseat at a normal volume.
“Yes, sweetie?” I asked as if I hadn’t been waiting for her to finally tell me whatever was going on this whole time.
“Um, please don’t
