I jerked away from Adrian and stood, a weak smile on my lips while the kids just stared.

“Were you kissing Daddy?” Noah asked, his left eyebrow furrowed slightly.

“Huh? No... no... you got it all wrong. I... uhm.” I turned and grabbed the jar of garlic. “I was reaching for it and it fell, so he helped and...”

“We weren't,” Adrian cut in, and the kids nodded.

That was easy.

“Mummy, it smells so good,” Emma purred happily, and they relapsed into their little conversation, totally forgetting what they saw.

Good! Perfect!!

“Lily, are you okay?” I nodded and then moved toward the stove, turning off the burner, my...