“There’s a diaper bag by the front door,” Arya adds. “And his formula is in the kitchen if he gets hungry. If that happens, you can always yell for me, and—”
Lauren rests a hand on Arya’s shoulder and smiles. “I’ve made plenty of bottles before. I actually do this for a living, if you recall. Anyway, after footing the bill for my flight and hotel, this is the least I can do. You two, go take a nap or… whatever.”
When she’s gone, Arya turns to me. “What did she mean by that? Whatever?”
“I don’t think she meant anything.”
“She said it weird. Really weird.”
“Something like this, maybe…” I lean down and nip at her neck.
But she swats my hand away, still frowning. “That isn’t what she meant.”
“No, I’m reading between the lines.”
Arya’s eyes go wide as she stares at the door Lauren and L
