Kenton was not nearly as vanilla as he seemed to think he was, but the most important question on my mind as I watched him bounce around my backyard was if he knew that.

I just couldn’t decide and that was the only thing holding me back from asking out the excitable cutie.

Everyone he worked with seemed to treat his exuberance and wiggles as perfectly normal, but I’d never met anyone like Kenton before…and that said something.

Every time I thought I had a handle on him, he surprised me. When I decided he was sweet and probably as innocent as he seemed, he cracked a dirty joke. When I decided he was as dirty as his joke, he didn’t seem to understand why he couldn’t stare at my bulge without one of his coworkers redirecting him to something more appropriate.

They were really good at distracting him.

And that just gave me even more questions.

“He’s coming.”

What the fuck had we done?

As I panicked, face still pressed against the window as I watched our life unravel before my eyes, Leif called out from the bathroom, obviously not grasping the severity of the problem, “What do you mean? You said you’d wait for me.”

“I lied.” He’d been taking too long. My patience hadn’t held out. “But the crazy one saw me and he’s coming.”

That finally got Leif out of the bathroom as he dried his hands, but he was barely frowning and still didn’t get it. “Maybe he’s going for coffee or something. It’s still early for a photo shoot.”

Leif never knew when to panic. He was entirely too laid-back sometimes.

“No, he’s crossing the street.”

Oh, what had I done?

We.

What had we done.

This was definitely a we situation even if I was the one who’d gotten caught.