You, my dear, are making it very difficult for me to behave myself at the moment.

[No, that erection hadn't flagged and neither had the heat in his eyes, but he was still looking at her like she was something precious. Something wonderful.]

I'm still not sure what it was Dad was up to, or why He got involved in your life, or your mum's, but... As peeved at Him as I am, I can't hate Him for you. You're the one good thing I've ever had. The one thing that I never thought I could imagine having, or could ever imagine wanting, to be honest.