PATSY POV:

A guy steps out, not much older than me, wearing shorts and flip-flops and a big grin on his face. He spins his keys around his finger as he trots up to the front door and rings the bell. Instantly, my eyes are on my mom.

She shrugs. “Hey, a girl has needs.”

“Needs, Mom?” I exclaim. “You have a husband!”

A husband who clearly has a sexual appetite.

“Please, Patsy. Your father and I haven’t had sex in forever.”

“Stepfather,” I corrected her. Wait, did she just say they haven’t had sex? How could that be possible? It’s clear that Baron has the sexual appetite of a...