Chapter 21

Both Vaughn and Frank looked at the ceiling when they heard a commotion above. Turning toward the stairs when footsteps started down them, it was apparent Liam had gotten quite proficient at walking—running, even—which he did partway down the flight, buck naked and soaking wet.

Vaughn and Frank leapt up. “What is going on, Liam?” Vaughn asked.

God! His body was beautiful, even with the scarring. Shiny from moisture, far too thin, but with muscles etched deeply into flesh, he was stunning. The smattering of hair up and down his torso and the thick thatch between his legs was all darkened to a bronzy brown with wetness, and that upon his head was pure white. It was a while before Frank actually looked up that far, to a thick helmet of suds from shampoo.

“He insists on doing everything alone,” Marion said, finally coming into view.

“Then let him,” Vaughn told her. “This is what we’ve been waiting for. No adult man wants to be naked in front of his mother, Marion.”