Leonard sat at his desk, elbows braced against the smooth mahogany surface, the glow of the computer screen bathing his face in cold light. A stack of documents lay neatly arranged in front of him, contracts that needed reviewing, reports that demanded his signature, numbers waiting for analysis. Yet not a single word registered in his mind.
His eyes skimmed over the lines, but all he saw was the twins' innocent faces and the words they had blurted out that morning.
"Mom and Uncle Felix were doing it in the kitchen…"
The phrase looped in his head, over and over, a merciless echo.
Leonard exhaled sharply and leaned back in his chair, one hand raking through his hair until his usually composed style looked disheveled. His other hand clenched around a piece of paper, crumpling it in his fist until the edges cut into his palm. Heat flooded his chest, not the kind of heat that stirred desire, but the kind that burned with frustration.
Damn it, Katherine…
