It’s dangerously quiet as I pour water over the grounds and into Viggo’s mug. I learned pretty much as soon as he could crawl that when Viggo was quiet, something terrible was happening or was about to happen, so I brace myself for whatever’s next. “I see.” He sits up and eases to his side, reaching for his back pocket. I swear, if he foists one more romance novel on me, I’ll— A pair of peach-pink panties unfurls from his hand. “By the way, I found these on the floor in the bathroom.” Slowly, I set down the kettle. Leave the kitchen. Take them from his grip. And pocket the panties. Then I walk
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