Page 33 of The Last Call Home (The Timberbridge Brothers #5)

Chapter Thirty

Lilah: Week ‘I’ve lost track’ of casual kisses but no sex . . . this union doth not unfold as I once envisioned.

Cassian: The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

Mal: It’s been a hell of a few weeks at the station—sorry. I told you, didn’t I? Just head to my place when you're off. Cassian should be up by then, pacing or brooding or both. You could calm his fucking attitude with a blow job.

Cass: Yes, let’s all do that. It’s a date.

Lilah: I’m not penciling in sex like it’s a dentist appointment.

Mal: Who said anything about sex? There’s an indoor pool. You could swim. Or just float around looking smug. Up to you.

Lilah: You mentioned a blow job—if you don’t know that is sex, I have nothing to discuss with you, sir.

Cass: You have an indoor pool?

Lilah: It seems like he does. I never got the memo—or a tour for that matter. Not sure if I can just go there in the middle of a Wednesday.

Mal: You could go and, as I mentioned, use the indoor pool. As a matter of fact, you can go to the house whenever. No one will know you’re there—or what’s happening.

Cass: Unless you have cameras around.

Lilah: Wait—do you have cameras?

Mal: Only in the perimeter. Not inside.

Cass: Shame. We could’ve filmed our next sex tape—or you could’ve tuned in live.

Lilah: We are not recording anything. Ever.

Mal: The point—before Cass derailed it with pornographic enthusiasm—is that the house is there. For you. Use it.

Lilah: Maybe we will use the house. But can we hit pause on the innuendos and talk about Blythe for a second?

Mal: You’ve got a problem with my new sister-in-law?

Lilah: Not a problem. She’s lovely. Just . . . she barely goes out. There’s something off. And don’t pretend you haven’t noticed.

Mal: If there were something strange going on, I probably would tell you.

Lilah: No, you wouldn’t. You’d bottle it up, convince yourself it’s not your business, and then watch it unravel from a distance.

Mal: I would if it felt urgent.

Cass: Look, there’s nothing to sound the alarms over. But fine—tomorrow, cabin, all three of us?

Lilah: Yeah, I’ll be there.