My mouth went dry. "Your dad? No, I haven't seen him. He's probably still with my father. They were catching up downstairs."
"That's not possible," Erica said as she crossed her arms. "Duke's in the sitting room with everyone else. I just came from there."
I shrugged, hoping I looked casual and not like someone hiding a whole man under her bed. "Maybe he went to the bathroom? Or stepped outside for some air?"
Erica studied me for a long moment, and I fought the urge to look away. Could she smell Petyr's cologne mixed with the musk of our lovemaking?
Could she somehow sense that her father was literally hiding under my bed, probably still partially undressed?
I was sure she could. I mean, one had to be stupid to miss that.
"You're acting weird," she said finally.
"Am I?" I laughed
