“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, ...