“I’m glad you’re home, Tunnel.” I pushed Rue’s hair back away from her face, then pulled her in for a kiss on her forehead. “I’m glad to be home, Rue.” “Not that I don’t think this needed to happen,” Cleo said, interrupting us. “But don’t put your lips on my wife again.” I grinned and pulled her into my arm, and she wrapped her arm back around me tightly. “Oh, Cleo,” I teased. “I can’t help it if your wife likes me better than you.” Cleo snorted. “You just keep telling yourself that.”
