As Sandy drove me home her hand slipped into mine, or mine into hers, I wasn't sure, but it felt lovely. As we pulled into my driveway my van was there, which meant Paige was home. I could also see the lights flickering in Charlie's room. I'd almost guarantee he had the stream from the doorbell camera in a corner of his computer, so he'd know when I got home. Which meant no front porch kisses.

She put her Wrangler in park. "Can I walk you to the door?"

"Probably shouldn't." I nodded toward the house. "Snooping kids."

"Ah yes, the bane of every dating mother."

"And Scooby-Doo villain."

"True."...