“Draco, what’re you doing?”
“Sofia, my beautiful, beautiful baby, come give us a hug.” She came to me smiling even though she had no idea why I was so happy. “Now, do you want to tell me why you were dancing in your office like a crazy person?”
“Did you see our son? He’s in love.”
“And that’s why you’re dancing? I don’t get it.”
You would if I told you, but then I’d have to explain a whole lotta shit that’s best left alone for now. “Isn’t this something to celebrate? I’m happy for him.”
“I hope you feel the same when it’s the twins’ turn.”
“That won’t be for another ten or twenty years; no need to mention it.” Nothing is going to put a damper on my day.
I’ve been butting my head against the wall for months trying to beat the clock and get ahead of this thing in Sicily before Gabe makes a move, but now, I don’t have to. I have enough breathing room now to continue the search for my father-in-law without having to worry about my son making an end-run around me.
