Chapter Thirty-Two
Daddy & Me
Lu also showered and went looking for Sil. She found him upstairs over the garage, stepping off where rooms would be with Tom, the architect. “She lives,” he teased. “For a moment I wasn’t so sure you would be.” Not a novice to Lu’s arias himself, nor the throes of good s*x, Sil was happy for her. He had been on the receiving end of her ardor many, many times. Right in that moment he wished it had been him upstairs howling. He cleared his throat. Back to business. Willing his d**k to stop growing.
Lu recognized the look in his eyes. Lord Sil was jealous. It cracked her up.
Later they joined up for a light nosh in the kitchen and bounced ideas off Chef Jan. Business and otherwise. This group felt like family. Dirty plates littered the table. Amongst papers,
