I don’t anticipate Rhys being out the front of our house when I get home, though. His entire face lights up when he sees me climbing out of the car. “Don’t say one fucking word,” I grumble. “Let me go see Charlotte, and my lips are sealed.” I think about that. “Tell you what. You can go see her from three p.m. until five—” “Yes!” “If,” I continue, “you help me with my math class.”
