I thought of Harriet. Although she and Ollie had only connected for one night, Ollie had gotten under her skin in such a profound way that I hadn’t noticed with all her other guys.
“Look, it could be temporary. With the right rehab…”
Lachlan stared blankly at me. “Brent was the fucking father.”
The sudden change in subject was jarring. “Huh?” I frowned. “Did your brother get with your stepmother?”
“It wouldn’t fucking surprise me.”
“Maybe it’s just coincidence.”
He shook his head. “No way. It makes sense. Brent was a man whore, and Tamara… Well, let’s just say she likes young, buff males.”
“Who doesn’t?” I asked.
He stared at me for a moment, lost to his thoughts, then a little smile grew.
Patting his big thighs, he said, “Come here and sit on my lap. Enough of everyone’s fucking dramas. I need to feel you.”