“Oh good, you’re back, the kid called.”
“What kid?”
“Lyon’s daughter, she said she sent you something urgent.” The kid is ten; how urgent could it be? I just nodded at Garrett and carried on to the bedroom with Silla in my arms.
She’d fallen asleep not long after we made love the second time, and I still had the memory of her riding me in the moonlight imprinted on my brain. She was so cuddly and cute that I was tempted to climb into bed with her, but I figured she’d had enough. I thought about waking her to take a bath after rolling around in the grass, but she looked too comfortable to disturb. Plus, she’d had a long day, no matter that it had ended on a good note.