Chapter 47

“But that can’t go on forever,” Charles said. “He’ll get sucked into the foster-care system unless you agree to take him.”

I looked at Rion. “What do you think about this, babe? Do we want to take on this responsibility?”

“Need you ask? He’s your flesh and blood. Of course we do.”

“Think about that carefully,” I said. “A kid will seriously cramp our style.”

“What does that mean?”

“No more running around the house naked. No more impromptu sex on the dining room table. No more—”

He cut me off. “Mitch, we may like to be naked a lot, but we’ve never done ‘it’ anywhere in this house except upstairs in bed or in the shower.” He paused to catch his breath.

“Gotcha,” I said.

“Wait ’til I get you upstairs later, I’ll show you ‘gotcha’.”

“Promises, promises.”

“You bet.”

“What’s the boy’s name?” I said, changing the subject.

“James Lee Portmann, but he goes by Jamie.”

“Where’s Jamie now?” I said.