Impact (Suncoast Society #32)(32)

“Love you, too, Fi. Always. You know that.”

The officer cuffed Sofia’s hands behind her. When Tilly emerged a few minutes later, following the CPS investigator, she pulled up short.

“What’s going on?”

“I’ll fill you in shortly, love,” Landry said in a tone Cris hoped Tilly would recognize as the “don’t ask questions” tone. Cris handed the baby over to her, hoping that would keep Tilly’s ferocity in check.

Nerzino turned to the CPS investigator. “Well?”

“I don’t see any problem leaving the baby in their care. They have a valid guardianship order, and this appears to be a perfectly acceptable home. They’ve got another appointment with the pediatrician next week, but the baby seems to be in good health.”

Nerzino scribbled a case number on a business card and handed it to Landry. “You can have her attorney contact me here.”

And in less than five minutes, they were gone.

Tilly stood there, shock on her face, the baby tucked against her shoulder. “That’s it? We just let them walk out of here with her?”

“Not anything we can do, love,” Landry said, his tone sounding resigned as he retrieved his cell phone. “I warned you this was a likely scenario.”

“Yeah, but I thought with the home visit—”

“It was just to buy her time to get her supervisor to weigh in so she didn’t feel guilty about it,” Cris said. “And to make sure they didn’t have to take the baby.” He turned to Tilly. “She’d probably planned to revoke Sofia’s parole as soon as she heard about Monroe. Legally, Sofia violated her probation. Multiple times.”

Landry stepped into their master bedroom and shut the door for his talk with the attorney. Tilly headed for the kitchen, but Cris stopped her. “Sit down. I’ll finish dinner.”

He hated that she looked so conflicted. It didn’t take a mind reader. Tilly wanted Sofia to be able to raise Katie…and she wanted to be the one to raise her.

Hell, it mirrored his own conflict. If Sofia couldn’t get her life together before now, who was to say she’d get it together enough to take care of a baby?

Tilly sat on the couch while he finished preparing dinner. By the time it was ready, Landry had emerged from the bedroom.

“Dale assured me he’ll follow up in the morning,” he said. “Perhaps he can talk the judge into releasing her and reinstating her probation. It depends on what the state attorney wants to do with her.”

“What do you mean, wants to do with her?” Tilly asked.

“Dale did some more research. Monroe and his brother are claiming Sofia helped them sell drugs. Named her as an accomplice.”

“Dammit,” Cris muttered.

“I don’t think she did,” Tilly said.

“Neither do I,” Landry agreed, “but there’s nothing we can do about it tonight except continue with our lives.”

“And we have a crib to assemble,” Cris said.

There was a whole bunch of stuff they had to unwrap and put away that Tilly had neatly stacked in the office earlier. “We’ll need to get some furniture for in there, too. A dresser and stuff.”

“We might be moving her into the other bedroom,” Landry said.

“Well, let’s wait on that. Not like she’ll be up and walking around and trying to suck on electrical cords in the next couple of weeks.”

“Giving her Sofia’s room isn’t jinxing anything,” Cris told her.

She glared at him. “Quit reading my mind. It’s spooky when you guys do that.”

The men smiled. “We’re Doms,” Cris said. “It’s kind of our thing.”





Chapter Eleven


That night when they went to bed, Landry had plans for them to keep their minds off the latest developments.

More specifically, plans for Tilly.

With the baby monitor turned up to full volume on the bedside table, and with Tilly and Cris both wearing their leather collars, Landry issued his instructions.

“I’m in the mood for a sandwich tonight,” Landry teased, smacking Tilly on the ass with his hand. “Someone is going to get double-stuffed.”

He wasn’t sure he had the physical or emotional energy to full-on scene with them tonight. But he did have enough energy to f*ck Tilly’s beautiful brains out.

Pulling her into his arms, he headed for the bed while he nibbled on the side of her neck.

Then he switched to French, her Kryptonite. “Who is going to be a very good girl for us tonight?”

“Me, Sir.”

From her tone of voice, he could already tell she was dropping hard and fast.

Perfect. “Yes, you are.” He backed against the bed and sat, putting him at the perfect height to engulf her left nipple with his mouth.

Cris pulled her wrists behind her as Landry teased her, moving back and forth between her breasts, sucking and nipping at her nipples and pulling soft, needy moans from her. When he reached between her legs and stroked her clit, she tried to rock her hips against his finger as he slid it along her silky folds.

His own cock had fully hardened, aching and ready for a little action. He missed them when they weren’t home, and even having only one of them still wasn’t the same.