Seven Nights of Sin (Penthouse Affair #2)

Three years later

The girls said we could drop them off at the school’s curb and Presley thirded the motion, saying the building wasn’t that big. But I vetoed that idea. No way am I going to abandon them to fumble their own way to their classroom. Maybe in a few weeks . . . or years . . . but definitely not today.

It’s their very first day of kindergarten, after all. The first time they’ve been away from home all day long without me, Presley, or Francine.

As we escort them through the halls, I’m fidgeting like crazy, twisting my wedding ring around and around my finger. “You sure you’ve got your lunches in your backpacks? You know what to do if you need to come home?”

“Call Franny,” Emilia answers dutifully. Lacey is already distracted, taking in the colorful posters and noisy crowd all around us with a wide-eyed grin.

“And do you remember her number?”

“Um . . .”

“Dom,” Presley says. “Relax. The teacher has Francine’s number. And our numbers, and their pediatrician’s, and the National Guard’s . . .”

I frown. “I know that. It’s just an extra precaution.”

“And this is just a school—a private school, even,” she says. “It’s only until three. Francine will pick them up and take them home, and we’ll see them again tonight.”

“You say ‘only three,’ but that’s six hours away. What if they miss us during the day? What if they need help using the potty? What if the other kids are mean? What if they don’t eat their lunch? You know they’ve been so picky lately. What if—”

Presley squeezes my shoulder, loving but firm. “Honey. Chill out. Stop acting like we’re throwing them to the wolves.”

“Wolves? Can I see?” Emilia asks.

“It’s only a figure of speech, honey. The only wolves around here are at the zoo.”

“I’m perfectly chill,” I say, frowning. “But we have to be sure they’re ready.”

“Somehow I don’t think they’re the ones who aren’t ready,” Presley teases. “Seriously, they can handle it. They’re more than old enough, and they did great in preschool.”

“But preschool was only a half day. This might—”

“I’m a big girl,” Lacey says.

agree.” Presley squats down. “Show me on your

for a few moments,

how many

the same instant Emilia answers for

asking them, “And how much do Mommy and Daddy and Franny love

they both shout, flinging

them, then stands up again. “See? They’re rocket scientists.” She lays her hand gently on my arm. “We

her arms around my hips, Emilia

gonna be okay!” Lacey says, trying

laugh at how thoroughly we’ve switched roles here. “Thanks, you two. But for your information, I’m not crying. A bug

totally about to cry.

you ready, girls?” their

and the door shuts behind them. If I squint through the frosted glass, I can

my lower back. “Poor thing. You’re going

“Oh, hush,” I grunt.

this side to you. It’s adorable.”

heated look. “Did you

through mine. “Yes.

I raise her hand to my lips to kiss the back of it, right over her exquisite diamond ring. It feels like I

beams at me. “Always

• • •

had something to do with that fact, like they knew kindergarten drop-off would hit me hard. Hell, I didn’t even know it would, but I’m thankful there are more than a few smart

her after we arrive. She’s no longer the director of operations, she now runs the entire international operation, and she has, flawlessly, for two years

desk, I check her calendar and see that she has a lunch with her friend Bianca in a little while. Bianca got married

until I find what I’m looking for. We have a six

before Presley came crashing into it were filled with work and parental obligations. But since I finally got my head out of my ass and accepted that she was part of my future—and that I did

a familiar voice

I say, glancing up to spot Oliver lingering at

a little more gun-shy about barging straight into my office without knocking, ever since that time last year he caught me bending Presley over my desk. In our defense, it was after hours, and we assumed everyone was gone for the day. Thankfully, he didn’t catch a glimpse of anything more than my

safe?”