"If I turn the hose on and squirt them, reckon we can get them apart? I need to get home. Robbie might try to cook supper again. That ended badly the last time."

Amy just laughed. "Help me empty the van. We'll leave it to them to sort everything."

We broke apart and helped, getting it all inside. She told me she didn't work the next day and she would sort everything out then. I was glad, I didn't think she'd get half her clothes in my, er, our closet. She ordered pizza, opened a bottle of wine, and took me to bed to begin what I hoped would be...