“Fuck him.”
“I’d really rather you didn’t, babe.” I brushed my groin back and forth against his, lost in a fantasy of us living together, growing old together.
“Theo. If you keep this up, I’m going to muss you, and your father will really have somethingto disapprove of.”
Reality crashed down on me, and I sighed.
“Now, what is it that you don’t want me to do?”
“Just don’t shoot him, babe.” I patted his cheek, I couldn’t resist—he was just so cute!—and gave him a final kiss before I left the bedroom.
My father and sister were still in the foyer. Casey looked a little flustered.
“I’m sorry I kept you waiting. Please, come in.”
“May we see the rest of your apartment?”
“Sure.” I led them through the living room, then showed them the adjoining offices and the spare bedroom, which had once been Paul’s. “That’s our bedroom.” I nodded toward the closed door. “And here we have the dining room. The kitchen is just through there.”