Stitches

I turn my head to give him a playful glare. “Hey, I have to keep you beasts healthy and fed so you have the energy to keep up with my sexual appetites.”

“And you do a wonderful job,” Sebastian assures me.

“Thank you,” I say. “At least someone appreciates me.”

“Hey, now,” Griff says, scowling. “I appreciate you.”

“Which movie is this?” Sebastian asks, glancing at the television.

“Charade. It’s good. If we ever get through it without having sex and missing half the movie, you guys will like it.”

“Doubt it,” Griff volunteers.

“Plus, if it can’t keep us from fucking you for an hour and a half, it can’t be that good,” Sebastian adds.

“Either way, though, it sounds like a good night,” Griff surmises.

27

Sebastian

Carrie sits on the edge of her desk, hands clasped in her lap, staring us down.

Griff told me we needed to come in and talk to her today. Obviously I know we don’t, that I’ve already handled this situation, but since no one else can know that, I have to keep up appearances. Consequently, here I sit, burning time and money at this inane appointment.

I glance at the watch on my wrist, subtly checking the time.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Carrie says, dramatically. “Are we boring you?”

Lifting my eyebrows as I glance up at her, I say, “Hey, it’s not my divorce.”

Cutting a look at Griff, then back at me, she says, “I maintain that I would prefer seeing Griff alone about his marriage, you alone about yours.”

“I have no need to see you about my marriage,” I inform her. “My marriage is fine. Glorious. The people writing cards for Hallmark vomit thinking about how happy my marriage is. Only his needs to be dealt with.”

Unmoved, she states, “There are things that need to be discussed that I can’t say in front of you. Having both of you as clients… there could be a conflict of interest down the road, and I’m only going to be able to represent one of you.”

Since she’s tiptoeing around the elephant in the room, I call it out. “Is this because Griff is fucking Moira?”

My hardass lawyer’s jaw gapes open and for the first time since I’ve met her, she looks as shocked as a schoolgirl. Her wide-eyed gaze jumps to Griff.

“He knows,” Griff verifies. “It’s not an affair. I told you I wasn’t having an affair.”

“I don’t understand,” she says, slowly.

“We decided a marriage for each of us was too much work; we’re just going to double team one and really knock it out of the park,” I tell her.

Griff smirks, shaking his head. “You shouldn’t take such pleasure in this.”

Eh, it’s kind of fun to shock people. I don’t care. “The point is, we can all stop dancing around like fucking ballerinas. I’m never going to need a divorce, especially not because of this. We’re all on the same side here. I know you wanted Moira to come in, but she’s not available today. I would prefer she not have to come in at all.”

Struggling to keep up with what she’s just learned, Carrie’s brow furrows in thought and she sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Well, hell, guys. I mean, your prenup’s shot to shit. If you’re sleeping with Moira, whether Seb knows or not, you violated your own damn clause.”

I nod, ready to hurry this along. “All right, so what’s next?”

“They’re going to find proof of the affair,” she says. “People always think they’re careful, but they always leave dirt somewhere.”

“Wasn’t an affair,” I correct.