Chapter 63

“Yeah, like that,” I said.

Sometime later, when I’d been toweled dry and was lying on my back in our bed, he crawled between my legs and looked down at me. “Your turn,” he said. “Damn, it’s like a briar patch down there.”

“Yeah, and it itches like the devil—we’ve missed our regular mutual shaving sessions.”

“We’ll get that taken care of later—I don’t think your adoring public can wait quite that long.”

Later still, when I was modestly clad in a pair of Marco’s favorite boxer-briefs and an extremely loose-fitting T-shirt with a V neck, he got dressed and went to the door. “Time to summon your fan club.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

I lay back on the pillows, wondering who would make it up the stairs first. It’s a good thing I didn’t make a bet with myself, because my first visitors were already on the second floor. Lucia herded the boys into the room, and they began to fuss at her to lift them up onto the bed with me—it was a little too high for them to climb up on their own.