Page 23 of Never Too Late for Love
The sadist wasn’t upset. If anything, he sounded pleased. “He did. Requested I take him to the same place you took me.”
“That was hisspecificrequest?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Cris risked a quick glance. Landry had tilted his head and was watching him. “And your feelings on this?”
“He wants it. I’d like to take him.”
“Why you?”
“You know why, Sir.”
“Symmetry of dynamic?”
“Yeah. Something like that.”
“He wants to match you.”
“That, too.”
Landry fell silent, and Cris knew this was the point where he had to let the sadist mull it over.
“One condition,” Landry finally said after a few minutes.
“Yes, Sir?”
“Well, two. Take pictures and video of the process for me. And neither of you are to say a word to Tilly. I shall tell her.”
“Yes, Sir.”
* * * *
Landry followed Tilly to help her with KC. “Oh, by the way, love,” he said while they were elbows deep in bubble bath and a giggling toddler, “Cris and Bob are going to go out alone Wednesday evening. Cris will pick Bob up from work, and you and I and our little princess are going out for sushi after you come home and get me and her.”
“I want sushi!” KC squealed, happy.
He knew from the tilt to Tilly’s head that she knew something was up. “What are they going to go do?”
“They don’t need my permission to go out together, love. Do they?’
“I don’t know,” she said, sarcasm seeping into her tone. “You tell me.”
He smiled. “Bob told Cris there was something he wished to do while we’re all out here. Cris is going to take him to have it done.”
Her gaze narrowed and he could almost see her brain working like a computer, trying to puzzle it out, in child-friendly terms, what Landry was telling her.
He spotted the instant she figured it out because her eyebrows nearly launched off her forehead. “What?”
He pointed at KC and smiled, raising a sudsy finger almost to his lips. “Steady, love.”
She looked torn between wanting to storm out of the bathroom after the two men to confront them, and wanting to chew Landry a new one.
He was no idiot. There was a darn good reason he did it now, in front of KC.
“Are you sure that’s…wise?” she finally managed, sounding like it was taking every ounce of control she had not to shriek.
He shrugged. “Bob’s an adult and can make that decision for himself. In fact, he already has. I won’t tell him no.”
