Luna
I hurry around the kitchen trying to get something together that looks like I was making dinner before Callan and Warrick got home. They tromp into the house in their heavy work boots and grab beers from the fridge. My spine is stiff as I throw some wild lettuce and meat in a frying pan. I don't like keeping things from them, but I don't want Ethan to get in trouble, and I definitely want more of whatever he gave me today in the tub.
Callan and Warrick plunk their beers down on the table, the legs of their chairs scraping the floor as they drag them back and drop into them. Ethan strolls in like there's not a secret in the world, grabs a beer, and joins them at the table.
"Would you look at us," he says, popping the tab on his beer so it lets out a hiss. "Taking a load off while a fine woman makes us dinner. Never thought I'd see the day."
"I've made dinner before," I say.