Chapter Forty-Two
History On Third, Old San Francisco Mansion
After Lu and Pierce tucked into their eggs Benedict, Sil’s call came in from overseas, “We have arrived.” While he shared details, Pierce began a soft snore. She looked at his sprawl. The bed was definitely not big enough for a six foot four inch man. One arm dangled off the side. His feet and one leg hung over the end. He was face down, out cold. What had she done to him? As she laid there watching, he turned toward her and reached out. In his sleep. Who was he seeking? Who was he dreaming about? It touched her, his affection. It endeared her. She watched him. Still on the thin side and gangly even in his fifties he looked vulnerable. She was right. He truly was.
For David Randolph Pierce that c**k had been a curse. He had m
