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Frenchie mutters, “Oh my god.”

Kris looks like he wants to bolt, but I give him credit and spills his guts. “See, the subsidized housing where your mom is staying isn’t allowed to have overnight guests. And I’m splitting a hotel room with a buddy of mine who came up here to surf, so I don’t have a room to myself.”

Frenchie bites her lip, her arms crossed in front of her chest. “A hotel is a thing that exists. That I would pay for if you had come to me from the beginning.”

“Go on,” I say.

“So,” Jenny says. “The only chance we have for alone time was, well, when I’m taking care of the grand-kitties.”

A silence passes around the room for a moment, then Frenchie reaches down and picks up Jelly, covering the cat’s ears. “The two of you had sex in front of my innocent babies?”

Kris snorts. “No. We put them in the bathroom. Cat pouncing isn’t exactly conducive to sexy times.”

“Ew!” Frenchie cries.

“And so when I heard you two were having your weekly movie night on Captain Jack’s boat, I just sort of…decided maybe it would be nice if Kris and I had more time together.”

“Mom! Ew! In my house?!”

Jenny chuckles. “Now, Adalee, since when did you become such a prude?”

Frenchie scoffs. “I’m not.”

“You do know your father and I had to have the sex to make you, right?”

Frenchie is petting Jelly a little too vigorously now, and Jelly begins to squirm so she can get back to her little bed. Finally releasing Jelly, Frenchie shakes her head. “What you did is dangerous, careless, and thoughtless.”

Jenny looks from Frenchie to me. “But it ended up kind of fun, though. Admit it.”

I know what’s good for me, and that’s to be on Frenchie’s side, even if Jenny has one molecule of a

point. “I could have lost my biggest tenant,” I say. “Not to mention a huge opportunity for this summer.”

“It’s my fault,” Jenny says. “Kris convinced me to come clean.”

Frenchie jerks around like she wants to pace and stew over all this new information. The only problem is there is no space in this RV to pace dramatically. Then, having another realization, she throws up her hands. “Oh my god. That’s why the RV was so clean this morning? You just, overcompensated for…your…blech…mess!”

Jenny shrugs, and Kris is suddenly finding his shoes very interesting.

“Ugh! Well, this is a lot to process, and I don’t even know if I can sleep in here tonight, knowing what I know.”

I gently place a hand on Frenchie’s shoulder. “That’s fine. We have more to talk about, so come stay with me tonight.”

She instinctively clutches my hand that’s on her shoulder, and it makes me so happy to feel her fingers on mine.

Jenny claps her hands and starts singing the old John Paul Young tune, “Love is in the Air.”

Fortunately, Kris reminds her, “Don’t get too excited, sweetheart. Our daughter’s still mad at us.”

Chapter 11

Adalee

I immediately begin scoping out any possible nook for Peanut, Butter, and Jelly’s supplies at Hudson’s boat. Because I might not ever be able to sleep in my bed in the RV again.

Not that I’m ready to move in with Hudson. He hasn’t asked, and I wouldn’t presume.

He opens a water bottle and hands it to me.

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