Chapter Seventeen
“Grace, come to breakfast, ma coccinelle. Your papa and I have something to tell you.”
Grace frowned. “Mama?” she asked tentatively.
“What ma biquette?”
Confusion washed over Grace as she tried to figure out where she was. Looking around, she saw her childhood room. But how?
“What do you need to say?”
“We have a guest. Come to breakfast, ma fille,” Mama answered.
Grace woke with a start. Her heart was pounding, and her breath was ragged. Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her close.
“Mmm, go back to sleep, Gracie. We have at least another hour before the kids wake up,” Mac whispered in her ear as he nuzzled her neck.
Grace frowned. “I was dreaming…”
Mac sensed that Grace was distraught. “What’s wrong, my love?”
“Nothing that you can’t fix. I need you, Mac.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. In an instant, his hands were busy finding all the places on her body that would make her forget anything but him. Fingers probed in sensitive places while his tongue flicked at her nipples, erect with desire.
Grace felt her distress melt away as he inserted a single finger inside her, finding her wet and ready. A second digit joined in sync with the first and moved feverishly to bring Grace to the brink of orgasm.
When he stopped, Grace’s gasp of protest made him laugh. “Oh, does my needy little wife want more?”
Grace surprised him by flipping him on his back and mounting him cowgirl-style. Her face looked feral, framed with her long, red hair, wild from sleep. Her luscious breasts bounced as she moved up and down on his rigid shaft.
She felt so incredibly tight and wet as each move drove him crazier with need. It was his turn to be demanding, and his efforts were met with a devilish smile.
Mac grabbed her hips savagely, thrusting his pelvis to meet her tempestuous moves. Tiny beads of sweat adorned her luscious body, creating an erotic sheen. She looked like a goddess, a delightfully wild and wicked supernatural being. He had never been more turned on than at this moment.
Despite fucking with wild abandon, their climaxes eluded them. Finally, Grace’s body convulsed as a guttural cry escaped her lips.
“Holy Jesus, Grace!” Mac cried out as her juices flooded him, triggering his own mind-blowing orgasm that left him breathless.
Grace fell beside him on the bed, panting like a lioness. She curled into him, snuggling under an arm that instinctively wrapped around her.
When Grace could speak, she whispered, “I think I can sleep again now.”
Mac chuckled and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Feel free to use my body as a sleep aid any time.”
He reached out his free arm to turn out the lights and felt her heartbeat return to normal. Before long, she was asleep. Mac lay awake a bit longer, marveling at his good fortune in soothing Grace after her unsettling nightmare. He made a mental note to ask her about the dream in the morning.
But when morning came, she was already up and showering, and the question forgotten.
The day was sunny and mild, perfect weather for a day in the city. After a trip to several museums with the kids in tow, Mac and Grace left the kids at home with Claudette so they could enjoy a food-tasting tour of Chinatown and Little Italy with Franz and Nadja.
At first, Grace wasn’t sure about Nadja. She was reticent, and something felt off about her. As the day went on, the conversation flowed more easily. Still, something seemed amiss, though Grace couldn’t put her finger on it.
“Liebling, you’re not eating your pizza,” Franz said in a fatherly tone. “Are you feeling ill?”
Grace shook her head, trying to put to rest the many wild notions running around her brain about Franz’s girlfriend.
“I’m fine, Papa,” she fibbed.
Mac tilted his head, annoyed that Franz had noticed Grace was not herself before he did.
“Baby, we can cut the evening short if you’d rather,” Mac offered.
“I’m fine. I just…” Grace’s words trailed off as she made eye contact with Nadja. Something seemed too familiar about this woman. “Actually, sure. If you don’t mind, I’m sorry to spoil our evening out, but this pizza doesn’t seem to agree with me.”
“You’re not spoiling anything, baby,” Mac reassured her as he texted Randall to bring the limo to pick them up.
Chapter Eighteen
Grace was relatively quiet during the ride home, nodding politely at the small talk but not really engaging.
Once inside, Nadja said, “I hope you feel better by breakfast, ma Cherie.”
Suddenly, recognition registered on Grace’s face. Her eyes met Nadja’s, and she tilted her head in disbelief.
Nadja lowered her head and took a deep breath. “She knows, Franz.”
“Knows what?” Franz and Mac asked in unison.
“She knows that I was a spy.”
Both men looked at Grace, who felt relief that her senses hadn’t been wrong. The look on Franz’s face indicated he had been well aware of Nadja’s past. She kept her tone calm and hoped she didn’t sound accusatory. “Why didn’t you just say so from the start?”
Before Nadja could respond, Grace turned to face Franz.
“You should have told me, Franz. I have spent the day inwardly berating myself for trying to find something wrong with this charming woman. Do you honestly think it would matter to me? You know everything about me—my past, everything.”
Franz shifted his glance downward, feeling miserable at the thought of disappointing Grace.
Mac just felt confused.
Grace turned her attention back to Nadja. “I remember you. It’s been niggling at my brain all day. You were there, at my house, for breakfast. You knew my parents.”
Franz looked aghast. “This I did not know, Liebling.”
“Franz knows that I was a spy. He does not know what agencies I partnered with. I wasn’t sure you were Jordan and Genevieve’s daughter until we arrived. Then I saw you, a grown woman now, but easily identifiable as the pretty little girl with the mass of red hair and big, blue eyes that looked so sad. I wondered if you would remember me. It gave me quite a start seeing their photograph in your library. It’s been so many years…”
“That was the morning they told me they were leaving again but would be home soon,” Grace interrupted.
Nadja nodded somberly.
“I never saw them again,” Grace said, her voice barely above a whisper. “They were killed in an explosion. Were you there?”
Mac’s heart hurt as he watched his wife’s face. Her pained expression reflected the sorrow in her soul and the hope that Nadja would have more information about the loss of her parents.
“No. We parted ways that morning. I wasn’t technically involved in their mission. I was merely the operative who shared information with the Defense Intelligence Agency, putting my life at risk. Your parents kept me safe overnight until an official safe house could be found. They were kind to bring me into their home. But then, it wasn’t unusual for them to do so, was it?”
The corners of Grace’s mouth turned up in a weak smile as she wiped a tear away.
“No, it wasn’t unusual. We had guests from time to time. My mother called them all foreign dignitaries we were fortunate to have visiting our home. It never occurred to me as a child that something more was going on.”
“Your mother was one of the most amazing women I’ve ever met. She was brilliant and savvy yet humble and very kind. You are so much like her. I’m sorry I didn’t just tell you who I was yesterday. I was afraid you’d be upset with me.”
“Why would I be upset with you?” Grace asked, frowning.
“The intelligence I passed on to your parents to investigate is what led to their deaths. I was stunned when I discovered what had happened. I was so shaken that I resigned and moved to Rome for a while, where I ended up as a tour guide for The Colosseum. From there, I flitted around doing this and that until I landed back in my native Austria. Since then, I’d been more or less a reclusive professor until a chance meeting at a university fundraiser when this very handsome man asked if he could freshen my drink for me.”
Nadja blushed like a schoolgirl admitting a first crush.
Franz put his hand over Nadja’s in a move so endearing that Grace’s emotions got stuck in her throat.
When she said nothing, Franz cleared his throat. “If her presence here has made you uncomfortable, Grace, we can find a hotel for the remainder of our time here in New York.”
Mac frowned and looked at Grace. Did she feel that way? Unsure of what to do, he gently touched her shoulder and waited for her reply.
Grace inhaled sharply and wiped away the tears that rolled down her cheeks with the heels of her hands. “Don’t be silly. You are more than welcome here. I can see that you’ve made Franz ridiculously happy. The loneliness I saw in his eyes when we last visited him in Vienna is no longer there. That’s important to me.”
Shoulders relaxed around the room as Grace’s voice grew stronger while she continued. “The explosion that killed my parents was not your doing, Nadja. So, you are not responsible for their deaths. They would have pursued the investigation regardless of who shared the intel. That’s just the type of people they were.
“I can see being here has dredged up a lot of misplaced guilt. It’s time to let that go, don’t you think?”
Though her words sounded formal, her tone was warm.
“I am so incredibly sorry, Grace. I hope that you can forgive me.”
“You don’t need my forgiveness, but I will gladly give it if it helps you to forgive yourself.”
“I just think of all those years… a girl needs her mother…”
Grace walked to Nadja, feeling her misery bubbling at the surface. She hugged the older woman and said softly, “I have all I need now, and every moment of my life has led me to where I stand today. I used to yearn for my mother’s voice or my father’s strong arms around me. But I eventually came to realize that they live on in my heart. I miss them still, so very much. But if my life had gone differently, I wouldn’t be standing with all of you here. I wouldn’t have met McKinley Stewart, the love of my life, I wouldn’t have found my surrogate father in Franz, and I wouldn’t have the two most beautiful children in the world.”
“MEOW!”
Everyone laughed at the cat’s impeccable timing, which lightened the mood. “Yes, Merlin, and the most adorable kitty that ever lived!”
Grace picked up the sweet little black cat with the white spot on his chest and clung tightly to him, nuzzling her still-wet face in his fur. His motorboat purr was the perfect response, easing the ache in her heart as she relived the pain of losing her parents in her mind and soul all over again.
She lifted her face from his soft, black coat and smiled weakly at Franz and Nadja. “Please forgive me; I’m going to excuse myself for the evening. But I look forward to enjoying Claudette’s blueberry scones with you both in the morning.”
Franz moved to Grace and kissed her on the forehead. “Gute Nacht, Gracie. I hope you’ll sleep well.”
Grace turned to head to the elevator. When Mac didn’t follow her, Franz clicked his tongue. “Go, your wife needs you. We can see ourselves to bed.”
“I need to let Claudette know we’re home, but then I’ll head up to ensure Grace is okay,” Mac said, running a hand through his thick, dark hair. “I’m sure she will be fine, but in hindsight, I wish you would have disclosed who you were the moment you even suspected it. It might have saved my wife some grief.”
When they were alone, Nadja looked down at her feet and waited for Franz to chastise her. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and let her cry.
“He’s right. I should have…”
“Shh, it doesn’t matter who was right. Grace is one of the most resilient people I know. She said she’s looking forward to having scones with us in the morning. That’s her way of telling us she wants us to be here. Let’s head to bed early, Angebetete.”
Nadja felt her heart skip a beat as Franz referred to her as his beloved. She’d worried that he would see her in a different light after this whole situation. But he loved her still.
Chapter Nineteen
After thanking Claudette for babysitting, Mac made his way to the sixth floor, where he found his spectacular wife splayed naked on the bed.
“Mrs. Stewart, do you have any idea how enticing you are lying there with those pert nipples begging to feel my lips on them? I thought you didn’t feel well.”
“I didn’t. Then I came upstairs to get undressed and realized what I needed to feel better. I need you, Mac. Don’t make me wait.”
Mac undressed hurriedly and said, “I’m all yours.”
“Slow and sweet, just how you like it, Mac. That’s what I need right now.”
Mac joined his wife on the bed and traced his fingers along the swell of her breasts. “God, you’re beautiful!” he declared before taking a tender nipple between his teeth. He nibbled playfully while his free hand moved down her bare mound where her needy sex glistened.
Fingers probed her wetness, eliciting a sigh of ecstasy from her as her eyes fluttered. Her hips rocked gently against his skilled hand, moving deftly as he brought her oh-so-close but eased up before she could fall.
“Mac…”
“Slow and sweet, that’s what you asked for. Be a good girl, and let me love you my way.”
He covered her feeble protests with a kiss that made her melt, and she felt herself give up all control.
His fingers played with the little gold ball that adorned his wife’s spectacular pussy and soon had her writhing in ecstasy. This time, he didn’t stop.
“Oh, God! Yes! Fuck!” Grace cried out as her hips bucked. Only when she begged for mercy did he let up, offering her a taste of her sweet juices on his drenched hand.
Grace lapped at his hand like a playful kitten and spread her legs open. “I need you inside me,” she purred.
“Not yet,” he said, grinning impishly. “I want to enjoy those sweet lips of yours around my cock.”
“I thought you wanted slow and sweet,” she answered coyly.
“You can tease my dick without gobbling it whole, can’t you, Gracie?”
“I can try, but I’m not promising I won’t get carried away.”
“Sassy little redhead.”
“Always.”
But she did as he asked, teasing, licking, and driving him wild with her tongue while caressing his balls in her soft hands. Making him disappear inch by inch, she heard him moan and felt giddy as he grew harder still in her mouth. She took her time, tormenting him till he writhed with need and begged to be inside her.
“Not yet,” she whispered, mimicking his words with a look of mischief in her eyes. “I’m rather enjoying this extended oral devotion. Just be a good boy, and let me love you my way.”
He growled but offered no further protest as she continued the erotic assault of his manhood. She was so fucking good at this, and he worried that he might not be able to hold back and come down her throat. Sure, he could get hard again, but he wanted to…
His thoughts were interrupted as she stopped teasing him and wiggled her eyebrows at him. “Had enough of the slow and sweet yet?” she mused.
Mac rolled Grace on her back and parted her thighs. He entered her unhurriedly as if in a slow-motion moving picture. “No,” he laughed softly. “I’m only getting started.”
His moves were deliberate and tantalizing. Grace felt her body move in rhythm with his as he took her like a tender lover. She simultaneously loved it and ached for more. But she wouldn’t rush this. It was too delicious and needed to be savored.
The contrast of his hard heat driving into her soft wetness was pure bliss. Every fiber of her being was ignited with lust and passion as he moved in and out of her.
“Oh God!” she cried as her climax drew near.
“Not God, baby. Just Mac. Just the man who loves you more than anything in the world. Just… Oh fuck, baby. Just the man that needs to come inside you.”
“Fuck! Yes! Fill me up, Mac!” Grace screamed as her body shook, convulsing with a series of delirious orgasms. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“Fuckkk, baby, you’re so fucking tight and hot!” Mac growled as he filled her with his seed.
Breathless and heart beating wildly, Mac eased out slowly and collapsed on the bed beside Grace. “You are fucking amazing, Gracie,” he panted as he brought her hand to his lips for a kiss. “Best lover ever.”
They lay curled up together for a while before Grace spoke. “You are a magician, Mac. I needed you to make me feel better, and I’ll be damned at this moment if I can remember what was wrong. You always know exactly what I need. I’m so lucky.”
Mac smiled and held her just a little bit tighter. “You are my world, and I love knowing that we give each other exactly what we need. The universe must be kind because I did nothing to deserve such a fantastic lover, wife, partner, and best friend. But you are all of that and more, Gracie. And I’ll never stop being grateful for you.”
“The feeling is mutual, my love,” Grace answered wistfully. “Maybe it’s not about our deeds but what is inside our hearts. I’m just glad every step of my life led me to you. Please remind me to make that abundantly clear to Nadja in the morning. While I wish she had more she could tell me, I would never in a million years blame her for my parents’ deaths. And while I miss them terribly, I wouldn’t be lying in your arms right now.”
“That’s where we disagree, Grace. Somehow, in some way, we were always meant to find each other.”
“It doesn’t matter who’s right; we found each other, and what a gift that has been. Can I ask for one more thing to soothe me?”
“Again?”
“No, silly, I don’t think I could go another round. Would you rub my back?”
Mac smiled. “I’d be happy to,” he said as he turned off the light.
As he massaged the supple skin of Grace’s back, he marveled at how she could be everything perfect in his life, all wrapped into one woman. Yes, the universe had thrown them both some curveballs, and whether or not those obstacles helped or hindered their journey to finding each other might be argued till the end of time. But the only thing that mattered was that Grace loved him, and he loved her.
Chapter Twenty
The next day, after mind-blowing sex followed by a fabulous night’s sleep, Grace’s sunny disposition had returned. She stood barefoot in the kitchen with a baby on her hip as though she were just any busy mom making breakfast. Her hair was pinned up in a messy bun, and she had not a lick of makeup on, but she looked breathtaking as the morning sun poured into the windows.
DJ was in a high chair, chomping on Cheerios, while Grace looked remarkably domestic at the stove.
“What’s with the cooking?” Mac asked clumsily as he took Mimi from Grace so she could use both hands.
“You sound like you just rolled outta Queens. What’s with the cooking?” she repeated, a bit more exaggerated than he had, but she’d made her point.
He rolled his eyes at her and handed DJ a bowl of berries that had been sitting on the counter just out of his reach.
“Nooo!” Grace sighed mournfully.
“What? Is he not supposed to have berries?” Mac asked as he tried to snatch the bowl back from his determined son.
“Too late now; let him have them. I was going to see if he would eat something with protein before I caved on the berries. But no harm. We can try again at lunch.”
“I’m sorry, Grace. I thought I was being helpful,” Mac lamented, feeling like an idiot.
She smiled, and his whole world righted again. That was the exact moment Franz and Nadja witnessed when they entered the kitchen.
“Can I help?” Nadja asked, delighted to see their hosts were in good spirits.
“You can help yourself to some tea or coffee and then move this little berry-covered monster into the breakfast nook so he can join us,” Grace laughed as she flipped the last cinnamon pancakes she’d been making onto a large platter. “Franz, take these out there as well and get whatever you’d like to drink.”
“No offense, Grace, but didn’t Claudette leave blueberry scones for breakfast?” Mac asked.
Franz laughed and shook his head. “Ach! A woman who looks like your wife makes pancakes in her bare feet, and you pine for the baked goods of a chef? Don’t be a dolt, McKinley.”
“I just meant you didn’t have to go to all this trouble, darling.”
“Good save, Mac. There might even be enough pancakes for you to have some. I was in the mood for cinnamon pancakes. My house, my rules, right?”
Franz nodded, already shoveling a delicious bite into his mouth.
Breakfast was noisy and cheerful, a fantastic way to start another day with friends. Nadja looked around the table and sighed.
“Thank you,” she said quietly. “For making us feel so welcome. That you would go to the trouble to make breakfast when one had already been provided means so much. You are truly an amazing cook.”
Grace laughed. “Thank you. Cooking is not my forte, but I have a few signature dishes I can make well.”
“Cinnamon pancakes must be one of them.”
“My mother taught me how to make them, and thinking of her gave me a hankering for their cinnamony goodness.”
“Mon Dieu!” Claudette exclaimed when she entered the kitchen.
“Oops, I thought I’d have the mess cleaned up before you arrived, Claudette.”
“Non, tu malentendu. I do not care if the kitchen is a mess. That’s Sophia’s job. But I hope you saved some for me. The smell is divine!”
“Of course! I have a second batch hiding in the oven for you, Bentley, and Avery.”
“This one is clever and talented!” Claudette said as she helped herself to some pancakes.
Mac leaned over and kissed Grace. “Mmm, you taste like butter and cinnamon.”
“That’s not what you said last night,” Grace said casually before turning eight shades of red.
Everyone laughed as Grace hid her face with her hands. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me this morning.”
“No, darling, that was last night as well,” Mac quipped.
“That’s it; I’m heading up to shower. You can clean up the children, Mr. Smarty Pants.” She gave him an impish grin and said, “But don’t take too long; we have plans in the city today.”
Grace flitted out of the room and took the elevator to their sixth-floor suite.
“All is well with our Gracie, I see,” Franz said, wiping the sticky remains from his mouth. “The playfulness is back in her eyes. Whatever you did last night, boy, you should do more often.”
“We’d kill each other if we tried to go that slow every time. It was a rare treat, and that’s all I’m going to say about that.”
Franz raised an eyebrow and nodded. “A gentleman never tattles. I’m going to head up to get ready myself. I’ll see you in a bit.”
“Let me help you with the children,” Nadja suggested. “I never had any children of my own, but I know they can be sticky little creatures after a meal such as this, ja?”
“Ja. DJ might not have had any protein with breakfast, but he did devour several pancakes. And he is a gooey mess. If you would hold Mimi while I de-sticky my boy, that’d be helpful.”
Nadja took the child into her arms and inhaled her scent. There was nothing like the smell of a baby to make a woman long for the ones she never had. But this was different. Perhaps she would allow herself a little attachment since Franz was Mimi’s Opa, after all.
Mac looked up in time to see the sweet look on Nadja’s face as she cooed at Mimi.
“Oma, would you like to change her and feed her a bottle? I’m sure Grace nursed her this morning, but she has been growing and needs a little extra these days.”
“Oh, I’d love to. I’m sure the term Oma is a bit premature, but it’s a lovely thought, isn’t it?”
“It is indeed, Nadja.”
Claudette took DJ and said, “Now that he’s clean, he’ll need a diaper change as well. Then it’s time for some Bluey and a nap before you cart him off into the city.”
“Thank you, Claudette,” Mac said, putzing around drinking the last bit of his tea.
“Sir?”
“Yes?”
“Both children and your guests are accounted for, and your staff doesn’t arrive for an hour. If you hurry upstairs, you might…”
Mac blushed.
“Well, don’t just sit there.”
Mac laughed as he took the stairs two at a time, not willing to wait for the elevator nor wanting to announce his arrival upstairs with the ping of the lift. As luck would have it, his wife was still in the shower, very naked and quite aware of his presence.
“I thought you’d never get here,” she cooed. “I could use a little help getting the sticky off me too.”
“Then my timing is impeccable.”
“Did you know to come up, or did Claudette need to prod you?”
Mac frowned. “She sent me up, and it was a little weird.”
“No weirder than Bentley telling you to take advantage of some free time on any given afternoon.”
Mac shrugged as he undressed. “I guess not.”
“We’re gonna ride this newlywed thing out for years, just in case you didn’t get the memo.”
“My beautiful, amazing Grace. The last escort I ever needed or wanted, an expert in the boardroom and the boudoir.”
Grace laughed as Mac stepped into the shower, nibbled at her neck, and continued.
“And in the kitchen, and the shower…”
And up against a wall, he thought as he turned her around, placed his hands over hers on the wet tile, and entered her pussy from behind.
“Oh, God, yes! Yes! Take me, Mac. Use my pussy. Oh, fuck!”
“Claudette’s a goddamn genius. Remind me to give her a raise.”
They moved together in the shower, sating their lust with a glorious orgasm as they came together.
“Now, either continue to be useful and wash my hair or get out so I can actually get ready.”
“You’re so cute when you’re bossy. I’ll wash your hair.”
“Okay, but no funny stuff. The sex part of the shower is over.”
“Whatever you say.”
But after he washed her hair, he took some lavender body gel and rubbed it over her breasts, stirring her loins again. He leaned into her, letting her feel his quick recovery.
“Damn it, Mac!”
“Sorry, I’m just trying to be helpful.”
“And letting me know you’re hard again is helpful how?”
Mac entered her again and took her over the edge again twice more before making his exit from the shower.
When they were clean and dressed, they found Mimi with Franz in the Media room. Both kids were napping, and Franz was chatting quietly with Claudette.
“Nadja just went up to get ready. She shouldn’t be long,” he said when he saw Grace enter the room.
“No worries. We have plenty of time. Most of what I have planned today has no specific time constraints. We get there when we get there. I wanted this to be a fun yet relaxing day.”
“What did I ever do before Grace made my world brighter?” Mac asked whimsically.
“You were a brilliant young man, messing around with my Johanna and being as self-centered as she was then. I will never forget how your formidable Grace put both you and Johanna in your places at that dinner in Vienna. I wondered if you’d be wise enough to become the man Grace needed. You’ve done a fine job and I’m quite proud of you.”
Mac blushed and reached out for Grace’s hand. “Thank you, Franz.”
“Now, I need you to be a good son. Tell me, do you think I’m moving too quickly with Nadja?”
“I think you’re a man who knows what he wants and is entitled to move at whatever speed he wishes,” Mac replied.
“And Gracie? What does my daughter think?”
“I think you’re happier than I’ve ever seen you except maybe the day you walked me down the aisle. You’ve waited a long time to find someone like Nadja. Don’t you think you both deserve to be happy? You’re a good fit, papa. Don’t let her get away.”
“Mein Liebling, your blessing means the world to me. Would it be okay, you think, to let her know my intentions while we are on our carriage ride this afternoon in Central Park?”
“Only if you have a ring handy,” Grace mused.
Franz tapped his pocket. “That I do. I brought it with me just in case. But, you see, I couldn’t ask her without your approval.”
Grace moved across the room and hugged Franz. “Your happiness is all that matters, but she’s a good fit with us too, papa. I’ll make sure to tell the driver to stop by the fountain. You can ask her there.”
“Wait, you mean to ask her to marry you?” Mac asked, suddenly understanding that Franz was far more serious about Nadja than he realized. “I assumed you were talking about moving in together.”
Franz laughed, and Grace rolled her eyes.
“Oh,” Mac nodded. “I’m a little behind here, I guess.”
“You told me not to fuck it up, McKinley. I intend to follow your advice and make an honest woman out of her. Now, take your darling baby and let an old man go upstairs and get a glimpse to get my motor revved for the day.”
“Oh, my God. Does he mean that they are gonna have sex? Here? Now?”
“You’re so funny when your inner prude comes out. Yes, they plan to have sex. I’d gather they’ve already done so here the past two nights. She’s a beautiful woman, and he is quite virile for a man his age. Let them be. The kids are napping and we’ve had our fun. Why shouldn’t they?”
“It’s weird thinking about parents having sex.”
“Well, technically, they count as my parents.”
“Not helpful, Grace.”
“You can spank me later.”
“Oh, you can count on it!”
