Please Me, Daddy
He didn’t know what was going on, but he’d clearly picked up on my mood, and he probably suspected Katherine was the cause.
His phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, looking almost relieved to have an excuse to escape the space between us. “Oh, if you’ll excuse me, I need to take care of something.” His eyes flicked back to me. “I’ll be right back. Try not to stress yourself.”
“I will,” I said, and he hurried out of the room.
I turned my attention back to the front just in time to hear Apollo speak again, his tone deep. “Mr. Theodore,” he said, studying him closely, “have you been to Paris last week? Or perhaps your older brother has.”