It will remind me that you’re a mother, and not a beautiful woman.”“He’s terrible,” Irene said.“I know,” Claudia said while picking up H...elen. She headed into the office saying, “I need to talk to you.”“You want to be a stay at home mother,” Magus said gruffly.“Yes,” Claudia said feeling a little guilty.“Okay,” Magus said.Claudia said, “That’s it?”“I can’t compete with a baby,” Magus said. “Besides, being a mother is a much more important job than being a receptionist. Everyone knows that.”“Not. The ones Harlan Douglas claims ye murdered them somehoo.’ Foster made no small talk about what needed to be cleared up. ‘Me and my men? He says we murdered them? The last we saw of the Douglas boys, was after we stole the birlinns. We were sailing tae oor hiding spot and they were going tae theirs. We knew they wouldn’t follow us and we had no desire tae follow them. We knew of four more birlinns we could ha’e the next night. We were allies and had no quarrel wi’ them, so why would they think. Instead of the normal baggy pants and tops that she wore to school, she was wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a long sleeve t-shirt. I continued to examine her.Her legs were long and toned. They reminded me of Alyssa’s, only darker. Her feet were bare, and the pink nail polish seemed to glow against her dark toes. Her t-shirt was not very tight, but it was tight enough to accent the swell of her breasts under it.My lustful examination was interrupted by Kyra’s hand on my leg. She was shaking. One of the cooks had a thing for her, so as usual a takeout box chock full of leftover hot wings slid onto the coffee table. She kicked off her shoes and collapsed with her head ending up next to the computer desk looking up at me, strawberry-blond curls draped over the arm of the couch.. A finger hooked some of it behind her ear, and her voice took on a flirty tone. ‘I wanted to dance again when I got home… but I’m beat, sorry. Forgot it was Saturday night.’ I looked over at her and twisted my.