Because a hard man is good to find.
I looked away from the screen and Lee’s smirking mouth as everyone applauded. Victor was standing in the doorway, but I didn’t know how long he’d been home, the noise of our small crowd enough to drown out about everything else.
He was clapping too, and smiling, but when I caught his eyes, he gave me a subtle look that said he wasn’t as carefree as he appeared.
“Christopher, dear.” Lee was using his actor’s stage voice. “Bring the lovely Flora another tray of your wonderful mini quiches.” They were Pizza Rolls, goddamnit, but I wasn’t having that conversation. Not again.
“Of course.” I hopped down from the back of the couch where’d I’d been perched and maneuvered my way through the group.
After Lee had risen with an embarrassing amount of fanfare, t
