Chapter 69 Caught
- “So, what should I do?” Ethan asked from across the kitchen table. With his beautifully dark brown eyes, he gazed at me, then he took a long sip of his milk and burped.
- I wrinkled my nose. “Not that.”
- He tilted his head and wiped the milk mustache off his upper lip. I swore I’d been living with a five-year-old for the past two years. He placed the glass down.