Chapter Nineteen
It wasn’t until much later that Ginny had the thought she might not even get much sleep that night. It was a few minutes past eleven p.m., and after another evening of board games—with Ginny actually managing to enjoy herself this time—and warm apple cider, Charlie and Deborah were just heading to bed.
“You kids have fuuuun,” Deborah said, giving a weird little wiggly-fingered wave before taking her husband’s hand. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” Charlie added, then grunted in surprise as his wife all but dragged him from the room.
Ginny and the three men called their goodnights after them.
The moment their bedroom door clicked closed, Kai spoke. “Um, is it just me, or was Mrs. Miles being kind of… suggestive there?” He looked at Ginny, a crease between his eyebrows. “Does
