Chapter 89

SLOANE

“What happened last night? Fuck. Did we drink?”

Enzo’s fork freezes halfway to his mouth. Without even looking up from his pancake mountain, he chirps, “Language!”

Zane flinches, then softens instantly. “

Sorry, baby.”

He leans over and kisses the top of Enzo’s curly head.

When he’s done, he crosses the kitchen in three quiet steps.

Zane just slides his arms around me from behind, chest to