Tiffany looks to me for confirmation. “We’re polyamorous,” I say, giving her the short version. “Three men married to one woman. The children are ours.” “Oh,” she says, eyes wide. “That’s so cool.” “And I’m married to my shexy hockey man,” Caleb calls. “I would be married to Marsh too, but he only loves Rachel. Noooo love left for Caleb. He won’t even touch me, Tiffany. Can you believe that?” I glance over sharply at him.
oh caleb. mars you two need to talk. when he’s sober
