“I knew it!” Lyle snorted, wagging his finger at me. “I knew you were hiding something!”

“How did you know? I don’t think even Darren knew.” Lyle and I were sitting out on the balcony drinking our coffee. Darren had to take care of official business early this morning and had been busy the last few hours. When I came out of my room, Lyle was there, waiting for me. I guess he had become my default babysitter.

“Darren is the one intimate with you, but you and I have been ...