He smiled and got up.
He also helped me tidy all Harmony’s and Aileen’s stuff before he helped pull me out of the sofa.
And more helping, this being me to the bathroom even if I was totally fine to walk.
I didn’t share that.
I asked, “Are you okay with Chassie and Christian?”
He heaved a sigh. “I’ll always see her as the curly-haired, six-year-old my mother, and essentially my father, left me to raise. I understand she’s an adult. That doesn’t mean my heart will ever come to terms with it. But my head must, for Chassie.”
Man, he was going to be such a good dad.
“Yes, it must, for Chassie,” I agreed, feeling all melty, because my guy was so great. “And Christian, because he really is a solid bloke.”
He focused on me. “Do you understand half the shit that comes out of his mouth?”
“Not even a quarter of it.” I paused, “But Chassie does.”
“It’s like the skies opened up and dropped the perfect man for her in the gamekeeper’s cottage,” he noted.
It was just like that.
“Much like they opened so you could walk into my study,” he continued.
Aw!
I loved him so much!
This made me kiss him.
He let me.
Then he forced me into the shower.
I took a nap and woke to my villainously handsome Battle taking off his glasses, making him look the handsome villain, before he left his laptop on the coffee table between the couches where he was working to join me in bed.
I got magnificent head, which led to an equally magnificent orgasm.
But Battle refused to allow me to return the favor.
Ah well.
It was almost time for cocktails anyway.
EPILOGUE
THE REST
Before we hit the plum parlor, Battle texted the girls to meet us in his room, without Hamish and Christian.
I was lounged in a couch with good hair, a bum knee and a post-orgasm glow as they started parading in.
Prue was first.
Chassie was second.
And Tempie came last, doing it bitching.
