“I’m still probably going to freak out,” I warned him, already getting caught up in his joy. “Probably all the time. And I can’t promise I won’t throw up anytime the kid shits itself. Because—and I am being honest here—poop is gross, and I don’t care who it comes from. And don’t even get me started on vomit. Why the hell do babies leak so much? It’s fucking gross.”

“We’ll get used to it,” he promised me as he kissed my cheeks and my forehead and the tip of my nose.

“That’s not reassuring,” I said, laughing a little hysterically. “At all.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he said.

“Um, it matters a lot.”

“And we really need to talk about this whole woman auction thing you’ve got going on in your head, because it actually frightens me just how wrong you are.”

I scowled at him. “Well, I don’t know. I’ve never done this before!”

“I love you,” he said again. “I love you so much.”

“Yeah?” I said, arching an eyebrow. “How much?”

Then he growled against my mouth, hands going to my ass as he lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. “Why don’t I show you?” he said.

“We have to finish packing—”

“I’m gonna pack you—”

“That’s not even sexy. Why the hell is it working? Take off your pants!”

And he kissed me again and again and again.

TWO DAYS later, the house was empty, the keys turned in to the landlord. The sun had barely breached the horizon and we were driving past the house one last time, having stayed in a hotel the night before. Otter pulled the SUV to a stop on the sidewalk in front of the house and put it into park. Kori was blinking blearily in the back seat, her hair pulled back, a frizzy scarf around her neck, even though the morning was already warm. The Kid had told me once before that he thought Kori was a shield for Corey, someone he sought comfort in when he was nervous or scared. I didn’t know if that was quite right, but then I wasn’t an expert on bigenderism. I hoped that even if she was scared or nervous, she was as excited as we were to start something new.

“It was good,” Otter said quietly, staring up at the dark house with the FOR RENT sign on the front lawn. I reached over across the center console to take his hand in mine. “For what it was.”

“Yeah,” I said. “It was. But I think we’re ready. Kid, what do you think?”