I WALKED BACK TOWARDS the house, wondering why the hell I hadn’t just said f**k it, and stayed with Jesse and Sinclair. Not only would it have been interesting to see how far they’d go with their little farce, but the thought of getting a glimpse of Sinclair’s body n***d, well, it was enough to make me strain in my pants. As far as I was concerned, I could still appreciate a beautiful woman without touching her.
Unlike my father.
Sighing, I walked into the house and up to the guestroom to check on Sela. It was dark and empty.
Fuck.
I left and began searching the house for her as quietly as I could so I wouldn’t wake up George, Gretchen, or my parents. When I finally made it to the library, I stopped in my tracks. Sela was sitting on the sofa, wearing a flimsy pink robe, and drinking a
