"Heather, I won't judge you. I never will. There's no problem with that, sweetheart. Come here," I pulled her to me, hugging her tight. She hugged me too.

"I'm happy you took it lightly," she said against my chest, "If it were Kevin, he'd be angry by now."

"I am not Kevin. I'm better."

She giggled.

"I know right."

**

Heather's POV:

That night, Shirley and I went to a nearby bakery, to get doughnuts. Guess who we met. Kevin. Of course he tried to ...