Beau’s POV
That little minx had me wondering what she was referring to, but Damien had arrived. Walking with her still wrapped around my waist. I did my best to answer the door. Just as the door had a c***k in it, Marina slid off me. Damien stood there leaning against his cane. “How are you this evening?”
The old man looked at me with a slight scowl on his face. “Better now that I got rid of those pests.” He glanced over his shoulder. “You remember my attorney?”
“Yes, to be frank, I thought he died years ago.”
The older man huffed at my remark. I assumed he wanted to be pleasant because of Marina standing there. “I still have a lot of mileage left in these old bones. If you keep this up, I could try to steal your lovely wife away from you.”
I didn’t even have to say anything, Marina a
