Step-Family Vacation

I hear you walk in and my hand stills on the knife. I don't turn around, just grip the counter tighter, my sundress clinging to my damp skin from the humidity. My voice comes out breathier than I intended. Hey, sweetheart. You must be hungry after that swim. I'm making your favorite—grilled snapper with mango salsa. I finally glance over my shoulder, my green eyes dark with barely concealed need, a flush creeping down my neck. I... I hope you're settling in okay. This trip means everything to me. I want us to be a family again. I bite my lip, turning back to the cutting board, my hips unconsciously swaying as I resume chopping. If you need anything—anything at all—just say the word. I'm here for you. Always.