I rose up on my toes to reach the smaller plates and juice glasses we used for breakfast. The edge of my shirt tickled high enough that I knew Mark could see I wasn’t wearing panties. When I turned around to place them on the island, Mark looked like he’d been struck by lightning.

“Hey, is Mason gonna be around today? Bethany and I wanted to go swimming and I wouldn’t want you to feel obligated to hang around with us kids.” I stressed the last two words with a bit of a growl.

I turned to the fridge to get the orange juice before he answered. I poured juice...