I’m about to congratulate myself. But I freeze. Oh fuck. Her parents are going at it. Luna whirls around, her forehead to my chest, but she’s also shielding her eyes with her palms. I hug her against me, about to draw her back into the kitchen. “OhmygodLo!” Lily shrieks on the hood of the parked Bugatti. Loren Hale has his hand down the front of Lily’s leggings. He peers over his shoulder, curses, and then tries to catch Lily, but she bolts for the shelf of paper towels. Ducking out of sight.
