Kate looked at the mess and glanced at Bastien.

—Clean this up.

Bastien nodded, and Kate went upstairs to brush her teeth, her cheeks still flushed. She tied her hair in a ponytail, washed her face and teeth, then came back down. The table was set, and Bastien was uncorking a bottle of wine.

—I just want juice, please.

—Alright, darling.

Bastien couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. Those fleeting, passionate moments with Kate made him happier than a child on Christmas. He poured a glass of jui