AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Yes, yes, yes,” the senator says wearily. “Listen, I think my wife over there needs a drink. Would you excuse me?”
“Certainly, Jack,” Silas says. He gives him a sarcastic little salute as he walks away, as soon as he can't see us.
“How did the ladies enjoy their tour?” Silas asks, his voice a sexy murmur that sends chills through me.
“Impressed,” I happily reply. “They love what we have done with the place.”
“As they should,” he smiles. “Daniel was happy. Senator Kenilworth seems satisfied too. I think we’re solid from here on out.”
“So, that's good, right?” I whisper, enjoying our private moment in the midst of all these people. We are still connected, like there’s a live wire between us. “We can keep going?”
“We can keep going, little Angel,” he murmurs into my hair. “In fact, we should be able to open the new space even sooner. Fifty beds. Can you imagine that?”
I really can't. We've gone from five foster children, now to fifty more? We’re really doing it. Making a difference.
It's perfect.
“So, can I steal you away, just for a second? Remember, I asked you?”
“Oh!” he gasps. “I'm so sorry. I got stuck with him for way too long. Yeah, what did you want to talk to me about?”
“This way…”
I tug him by the hand, drawing him back through the glittering groups of people drinking their martinis, listening to the swanky jazz band in the corner. I love the way my silk gown swishes around my legs, flowing up behind me like flower petals. It's wonderful.
I still keep mostly to bare feet, because I never really learned how to walk in heels. But somehow bare feet are trendy around here. People think I'm quirky, like some kind of religious hippie, they assume. I get away with not wearing shoes, at least in the house. Sometimes at parties if they’re nice enough.
I get away with a lot of things. Everything I could possibly want.
I open the door to our bedroom, and Owen turns around when he hears us. Softly, I close the door again and lock it. This is our sanctuary. No one can see in, and no one can hear us through the soundproofing. The housekeeper doesn’t even clean in here. I do it myself. It keeps me grounded.
It’s just us. Safe and sound. Separated from everyone who would want to criticize or judge us.
Owen’s tux coat is across the custom-made, extra large bed. The top four buttons of his shirt are undone. He raises his glass, a tall sparkling water with a twist of lemon. He hasn’t had a drop of alcohol since we got here. He says I am the only drug he needs.
Isn’t he sweet?
“Okay. I wanted to talk to both of you.”
Silas shifts away from me, his eyes dark with concern. I love how he always thinks of me first, always looking out for me.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m perfectly all right.”
Owen w
alks over to us. He looks me up and down with the same sort of concern. I puff up my chest with pride and allow them to inspect me. I hope they never stop.
“Well, you know how I told you have been working on something…” I tease, just sort of giving another hint. I love to see the frustration in their expressions.
“Go on,” Father Daddy prods.
“It's not another foster house, is it?” Owen rolls his eyes. “I think we might be just about maxed out, don't you? We can't give beds to absolutely everybody, you know. We have to work up to it.”
I nod seriously, like I'm considering it.
“Well… you may have a point.”
