Just last week, she’d sat on my desk wearing high heels and nothing else. I’d spread her legs open, dropped to my knees, and eaten her out. Best fucking meeting of the week.

“I’m cutting out early, by the way.” Blair saluted me. “You should, too.”

“Yeah, will do. After a few more emails.” I gestured for her to shut the door on her way out, then settled back in my seat, staring in a daze at my screen.

I really should just go now. Steal a moment with Juliette before our place became crowded for dinner.

Alessandro was in town with Callie and Elijah, and Juliette had invited them over. Izzy, too, but without Hudson. Hudson was currently in D.C. with Enzo for work. His side venture—one I’d also invested in—to help eradicate drugs from our streets was going damn well.

Of course, Colin had sent the invite to his girlfriend and her mother, too.

Lennon’s mom worked here at the office as an administrative assistant. She was doing great, and I was happy for her and Lennon.

I was also relieved not to have two teens under one roof that I had to worry about getting into trouble. The one gave me quite enough.

Colin and Lennon were happy and in love. So, if Colin was over the moon, then I was for him.

A few weeks ago, they’d decided that when Jamie and Daniel were released from prison, they should be given a second chance. In Dublin, though, not here, and under the watchful eye of The League. Although knowing my son, he’d still keep a close eye on both men himself.

The kid really was like me.

Despite being in a new school, he’d already wound up in a fight. Just last week, but it wasn’t his fault. He stepped in for someone who couldn’t defend himself. But unlike his old principal, this one understood that.

Back in the spring, I may have also chatted with the school board at his last private school. I may have also ensured that the principal lost her job. She deserved it. What woman allows another woman to grovel for a male chauvinistic asshole in her office? Good riddance.

Said male chauvinistic asshole—a.k.a. Zach’s father—didn’t get off as easily. I’d done my damnedest to “turn over a new leaf” and behave by only threatening him, but the idiota had decided to run his mouth about my wife as I was walking out.

I shut his office door and tossed my business card on his desk.

“What’s this for?” he’d asked, picking up my card.

“My number. For the lawsuit after you charge me with assault.” I’d rounded his desk and snatched his jacket. “This will be worth every cent you try to squeeze from me.”