I put the key in the ignition and turned on the heater. The night really wasn’t that cold, but I was freezing. I rested my head against the steering wheel.
Mark was out doing God alone knew what, although I was willing to bet it wouldn’t fare well for someone at the WBIS.
DB was lying in a hospital room. His mother seemed to hate me, and I had no idea why. His ladies were walking away from him because they loved him, but apparently not enough to admit they were in a polyamorous relationship.
With a sigh, I sat back and reached for the seat belt. Perhaps I’d play the grand piano in the formal sitting room at the front of the house while I waited for Mark to return. The sound wouldn’t travel to the third floor, where Mother was staying with Gregor in order to provide privacy to all of us.
I put the Jag in gear and began the drive back to Great Falls.