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You’re starting to be honest with yourself, because you aren’t trying to be a paragon of virtue…” I raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Perfect. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I caught her pun and flashed a grin before I continued, “You also need to be honest about how you feel about Wren.”

“We’re just friends.”

I gazed at her steadily.

“We are!” She stomped her foot automatically, and I did my best not to laugh. The foot in question was currently about eighteen inches above the floor. She tried to hop off the counter, but I blocked her with my body.

“You’re not getting away that easily.” I boxed her in with my arms again.

“If you and Wren are ‘just friends,’ then why does your face smell like lavender?”

“I must’ve gotten some on my hands when I poured it in the bath.”

“It isn’t polite to call someone that.”

“You’re not going to let me go until I tell you what you want to hear, are you?”

“Not until you admit the truth.”

“Fine,” she practically spat. “Wren kissed me. Are you happy now? Is that what you wanted?”

“Yes,” I said calmly.

Her brow furrowed and she waited for the other shoe to drop.

“You aren’t upset?” she said at last.

“No. Why would I be?”

“You’re the only one who’s supposed to kiss me.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” she asked semi-sarcastically.

“It’s obvious you think you can only have feelings for one person at a time. And they’re the only person who can kiss you. But that isn’t how it works. Not for some people.”

“But it does for me.”

“So you know me better than I know myself?”

“I think you aren’t being honest about it.

My skeptical eyebrow did its thing.

“Does Wren make you happy?”

“Honestly? If you’re being true to yourself?”

“Do I make you happy?”

“Don’t push your luck.”

I grinned and waited.

“You know you do,” she finally admitted. “Just not at the moment.”

“I can live with that. Baby steps, right?”

“Right,” she said cautiously.

“So… Wren and I make you happy.

“You really want me to say it again?”

“I do.” I grinned, which made her roll her eyes.

“Fine,” she said, less petulantly. “You and Wren make me happy.”

She looked put-upon. “And I like kissing you. Both! There! Are you happy?”

“Yes. Now, was that so hard?”

“No,” she said, although she feigned a grimace.

“Good. So let’s end on a happy note.”

“Well, I was hoping for sex on the kitchen table—”

Her eyes flew comically wide.