Chapter 9René’s Townhouse
Early Tuesday Morning
Frankie woke up in the exact position he was in when he went to sleep, his head resting on René’s broad chest. His mother was right. He couldn’t remember the last time this kind of happiness filled his heart. Frankie stirred, and René opened his eyes.
“Ma Vie.” René swooped down, and his lips touched Frankie’s. “As much as I love you, we need to get out of this bed. Holding you while we slept without taking you was hard enough. Having you in my arms, barely clothed while we’re awake is untenable.”
Frankie sat up. “How many rooms do we have?” He peered around the room, taking in the art deco furniture, the inlaid parquet floor, and art that his eyes had been too tired to see last night.
“I didn’t show you our house last night. I should ha
