Chapter 4

“Everyone’s,” he said.

“That’s better. So I suppose tonight you and Milo will be having make-up sex instead of just regular sex?”

Milo bragged about their nightly ritual every morning. “I’m not wasting a moment with this honking yank’s honking dank when we’re in the same time zone.” Milo was crude, funny, juvenile, and adorable. “We’ll leave the door ajar, in case you’d like to watch.” Erika loved him almost as much as she loved Tom Alan—”Since, you know, you’re not getting any—” even when he was a bitch. The duo hadn’t skipped a night in the five days they’d been staying at the house. The HVAC system had recently been overhauled. Though Erika had never taken Milo up on his offer to peek in, now she could hear them through the heat vent in her room.