“You people need your own television show. A soap opera has less drama than the Glass family.” Jake dragged Caleb upstairs to check on their son. “Seriously, who blackmails someone with a letter in the twenty-first century? It"s so 1980s. Like Alexis Carrington a la Dynasty and Angela Channing a la Falcon Crest.”
“Once again, I have no idea what you"re talking about. You"ve kinda got an obsession with these Grand Dames, Jake. Maybe I should start coaching you on famous architects or landscapers.” Caleb followed his husband into their assigned bedroom and watched as Jake peeked in on their kid.
“He"s conked out. Must be the Connecticut air.” Jake excused himself to use the bathroom.
Caleb recalled the blackmailer"s message. His mother had assumed it was meant for her. Caleb worried she w
