Chapter 238 Tying Up Loose Ends!
- When Van Dyke strode into the living room, he found a totally sozzled Irishman sprawled on the couch, his face a mixture of bemusement and pleasure. On his powerful, muscular chest was his sleepy son, Cian. Sylvie stood close by, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, bleary-eyed.
- The Iceman took all of it in one glance. Stepping to his friend, he growled,
- “Where’s the fire, Irish?”