Chapter Thirty
Creative Think Tank, Mansion Kitchen
The next morning the little mother texted her. First, with a thanks. Secondly, with a plea. “Doctor’s appointment today, nanny can’t do anything with him, can Junior come see Lu?”
Lu heard him before the car even got there. Howling at the top of his lungs.
And that is how Lu happened to be sitting at her kitchen table nursing a baby when Lord Sil walked down the stairs. He stopped immediately. Frozen to the spot. Entirely speechless. Lu enjoyed the look on his face. It was really funny. He couldn’t wrap his mind around what he was seeing. She could barely believe it herself.
He managed to sit down and lean forward to see the little tyke’s face. “Christ. It’s that f*****g senator’s kid.” Nailing it. “What on earth is going on?”
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