Page 60 of The Sculptor

He shakes his head, his body tensing. “And that’s all we need—a mistake.”

It’s like he’s forgotten I’m here. He’s just rambling, his gaze far away.

“That fucker didn’t even ask me what documents I was referring to in my email.” He shakes his head.

I grin, unable to contain myself. “That’s because he knows where our son is! Do you know what this means?” I jump up, my tits bouncing with the energy.

Duke grins. “That I will never get tired of seeing you jump naked?”

I roll my eyes playfully. “This means, Dr. Potter, that I was right! Langston knows where our precious Jude is. We are so close!”

Oh my gosh. “Seriously, what can we do to get this bastard to talk?”

“I’m guessing you’re now okay with the possibility of him ruining the Potter name in the process?” My sarcastic husband cocks a brow, and it’s not cute.

“Maybe. But what if we could get him to talk without him destroying the Potters?” Because now, I am a freaking Potter, too. “What if we could fight a lie with the truth?”

Duke grins. “I might already have a plan.”

Why does he want to die today? “Well, please share with the class, Dr. Potter, because so far, you’ve been most unhelpful.”

I should have known what would come out of his mouth next. “Convince me.”

“Dammit, Duke.”

I stomp, and when my tits jiggle, he grins. “That was quick. You always did know the way to my heart, Ray.”

I cannot keep a straight face. “You’re such a shit. Tell me the plan, or I’m getting dressed.”

Like a freaking ninja, he springs up and snags me around the waist, pulling me back down to the floor. He slings his legs over mine, pinning me beneath him. “Mm-hmm… This is a much better angle.”

I agree, but I’m not telling him that. He needs no more incentive to continue with this behavior while we’re trying to have a serious conversation. “The plan,” I prompt.

He sighs, pulling in a deep breath. “The plan, my love, is simple.”

“I can do simple.”

He nods. “Can you also do calm?”

I tip my chin infinitesimally. “Yes, I can be calm when warranted.”

“Good,” he agrees, “because the person who can help us is an old girl—”

Heaven help me. “Are you serious right now? An old girlfriend is our only option?”

I’m not opposed or jealous—much. After all, Duke endured Langston’s and my relationship—but it’s important to note he was not calm. At all.

Duke grins, and I swear his cheeks turn the slightest shade of red. “She’s not our only option, but she’s our best option.”

I sigh. “Us against the world, right?”

He nods. “Always.”

“Fine, what’s her name?”

This time, he does turn red before burying his face in my tits and mumbling, “Summertime Girlfriend.”

“Duke!”

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