“I think we should talk about your husband,” Ty said, awhile later.
We were still in bed, the sheets a tangled mess, although we’d eaten, showered and returned to make a bigger dent in the condom box. I was insatiable. I couldn’t get enough of Ty, of his hands on my body. But with those words—
“I don’t usually take two men to bed, even if one’s dead.”
I wore one of Ty’s fire department T-shirts and nothing else. I sat up, propped by pillows against the headboard.
He smiled, ran a finger up my bare arm. I swatted his hand away.
“That first time I met you at the pancake breakfast, you said he’d been with another woman.”
I sighed, tucked the sheet and blanket around my waist, worried the edging between my fingers. “I found Nate cheating on me the day I learned I was pregnant with Bobby.
