Luke's POV

I wanted to stay at Rhett’s house so fucking bad last night. Birdie was being so good with my kids, and after she wore Ava out, she looked incredibly hot on that lounger with a book. It got dark too fast, and I couldn’t eye her anymore in that dark corner of the garden.

Our encounter in the kitchen could’ve turned into something more, but I didn’t want to risk getting caught by my wife. She put on a friendly face at Rhett’s, but the second we stepped into our home she ...