It took us a little while to put ourselves back together. Getting me cleaned up with Matthew’s pocket square.
Buttoning my shirt with tangled fingers. We abandoned my bowtie entirely in the end—it was beyond either of us but, since it was after midnight, I could get away with leaving it rakishly undone.
We snuck through the house hand in hand, as ridiculous as schoolkids playing hooky. I wouldn’t normally have cared what people thought, but Trudy had been super nice to me and I wasn’t sure how she’d feel about me defiling her firstborn in the family folly.
I mean, it was one thing to be vaguely aware your son was having s*x. Quite another to be faced with the rumpled, glaze-eyed evidence of it.
Matthew left me in a corner of the entrance hall while he went to have the car brought rou
