She glanced behind her, smiling.
Then she reached for Kai.
He stepped out of the bedroom.
She wrapped her arms around his neck.
And kissed him.
Not a confused kiss.
Not a kiss that could be explained away as a mistake.
It was the kind of kiss shared by two people who knew exactly what they were doing.
Kai’s hand rested against her waist.
Molly pulled away just enough to whisper something.
He smiled.
Then they kissed again.
A jar of olives slipped from my grocery bag and hit the kitchen floor.
The sound wasn’t loud.
But it was enough to bring me back to myself.
I crouched and caught the rolling jar before it reached the cabinets.
My hands were trembling.
I remember thinking something ridiculous.
I hope the jar isn’t broken.
My wife was kissing my brother upstairs, and I was worried about olives.
Then I heard footsteps.