Zane POV
“Daddy?” Grace asked.
“Mommy?” Chloe asked in the same moment.
Sarah and I stepped back from each other—well, leapt back more like, but there was no excusing away that we’d been kissing, and really deeply.
I raked a hand through my hair, and Sarah looked like she was unconsciously straightening her blouse. Damn it. I’m sure we looked guilty as hell.
“Are you getting married?” Chloe asked.
“Will you be Mommy for real?” Grace wanted to know.
“Now,” Sarah said. “Girls. Your father and I—marriage is very complicated.”
“Very,” Zane said.
The girls frowned at us. I realized they were still wearing their backpacks.
“Why are you home early from school?” I asked, fearing the worst.
“They had a half-day,” Grace said. “We told Ollie.”
“Well, you should tell us too when things lik
