Shirley.” I was not going to be able to call this woman by her first name. It just blew my mind to even think about doing that. Then the enormity of...what was going on hit me and I realized that all men called their Mother-in-law by her first name. Was that what this “private chat” was all about? I had fucked her daughter and now she was going to demand that I make an honest woman out of her?”“You could easily have gotten her pregnant, Bobby,” said Shirley.“I know,” I said miserably. “I didn’t. "You can't let me supervise them while you're gone. If Lori comes on to me I might not be able to resist."Claire lay there staring at the ceiling. So much had changed in her life. The changes made it seem like she'd been asleep, dreaming a drab and boring existence, and had finally wakened to a world full of color and passion and love. She never wanted to dream again. Her own real life was so much better.Part of those massive changes had to do with her children. She hadn't know who they really. Then she saw the bar and surmised Felicity’s father must have built a den here so he could entertain guests and show off his prize race horses. Now those were Felicity’s as well since he left the hobby behind long before he got into hunting.Felicity got some towels from a closet and tossed Isabella one. The brunette dried her hair and face while Felicity gave herself a few cursory swipes before starting to dry the dogs. She only just began when Barghest shook himself dry, followed shortly by. ’ It was pretty clear that I knew she was a prostitute, so she didn’t have to play coy. ‘How did you know he was a cop?’ she asked. ‘I saw him bust another girl last night at Mandalay Bay,’ I lied. ‘Or at least, I saw her go up the elevator with him, then come back down five minutes later in handcuffs. Not too hard to figure out.’ She nodded knowingly. ‘Well, I guess I owe you one,’ she said. ‘I’m Heather from LA.’ My glasses told me she was really Julie from Oklahoma City. ‘I’m Tom,’ I lied,.