Rosaline Palmer Takes the Cake (Winner Bakes All, #1)

by Alexis Hall

have got you a different present. Maybe I’d better take this back?” Amelie’s eyes widened in outrage. “No. I can be interested in more than one thing. I’m polyamorous.” “I don’t think that’s the word you mean,” put in Rosaline quickly. “Yes it is. It means loving lots of things.” Her daughter’s expression of misplaced pride was, at once, adorable and unhelpful. “I worked it out like we were taught to in school with prefixes. Poly means many and amor means love in French and is also from Latin.” Oh God. Now Rosaline was going to have to tell her daughter what polyamory was in front of her parents, who probably also didn’t know what polyamory was. At least not on any level beyond the etymological. “It more sort of means loving lots of people.” “Well I do love lots of people. I love you and Granddad and Grandma and Auntie Lauren.” “Maybe it’s better to say”—Rosaline could feel St. John Palmer’s eyes burning into her—“it means being in love with lots of people.” “Oh.” Amelie considered this. “Then I’m not polyamorous. I’m polylikesthingsareus. Can I have my present now?”