Although I found it sad, and perhaps skeevy, that she had a man like Jeff, it was her life, her body, and not my decision.
But she hid it.
She pretended he was her butler, when he was her gigolo.
She didn’t protect me—her daughter—from that.
And that was just…
Foul.
I nodded to Dair and moved to leave the room, but he caught me with an arm across my belly.
I didn’t look up at him because he bent to put his mouth to my ear.
“That was hot as fuck, lassie,” he rumbled there.
For the first time in two days, I felt a smile curve my mouth.
“Ye up for a different kind of ride this afternoon?” he whispered.
I turned to catch his eyes. “Absolutely.”
This time, it was his mouth that curved, and at the look in his eyes, I did a full-body shiver.
I gave him a peck on the lips.
I started to leave but he called, “Blake?”
I looked back at him to see his smile had turned into a sexy smirk.
“Those jeans, baby…” His pause was perfectly timed. “They work perfectly.”
Ugh, he was the worst.
And I was totally falling fast.
I shot him a look, but strutted down the hall, feeling his gaze on me.
Then I skipped down the steps to search for Nora in order to get the lowdown on what was happening with Mum’s funeral and to see if I needed to do anything.
Because Helena Coddington-Sharp needed to be laid to rest.
In a number of ways.
Chapter 16
“Jerusalem”
Dair
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“I know this is in bad taste, but it must be said,” Gage began. “When I die, do up my gig right in this place. It is the absolute shit.”
“You’re correct,” Sully told him. “That was in bad taste.”
“He’s also correct that this place is the absolute bomb,” Cadence added.
