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.

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

thinking for a few moments, Lacey holds up five

many

“Five,” at the same

back over her shoulder at me before asking them, “And how much do Mommy and Daddy and

shout, flinging

again. “See? They’re rocket scientists.” She lays her hand

hips, Emilia

be okay!” Lacey says, trying to

two. But for your information, I’m not crying. A bug just flew into my eye.” I wipe my sleeve across my

totally about to

ready, girls?” their teacher

I squint through the frosted glass, I can just barely see the blobs of color that belong to

my lower back. “Poor thing. You’re going to be useless at the

“Oh, hush,” I grunt.

to you. It’s adorable.” Taking my hand, she kisses me

a heated look. “Did you just call me

lacing her fingers through mine. “Yes. But don’t worry, I’ll cheer

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

beams at me. “Always

• • •

something to do with that fact, like they knew kindergarten drop-off would hit me hard. Hell, I didn’t even know it would,

a busy day today, and so I barely see her after we arrive. She’s no longer the director of operations,

in a little while. Bianca got married last spring and is pregnant with her first baby—a little girl. Presley has been saving our girls’

the meetings until I find what I’m looking for. We have a six o’clock dinner with Presley’s dad, Grandpa George, along with her brother,

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 deserve to be loved—now my days are filled

voice calls from

say, glancing up to spot Oliver lingering at the

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

safe?”