Baby Cian was a handful.

He expected to be fed continuously to Bianca’s exasperation. And to make matters worse, her masters pressured her to keep doing so. At one point, she stood, her hands on her hips, glowering at them as she snapped,

“Let’s get this straight, men, I’m not a milch cow!”

O’Grady shot St. Just a perplexed look, and Bianca’s lips twitched. It was as though he had a thought bubble floating above his handsome head, reading,

“What’s ...