To make that happen, I had to give Colby a normal life. Hanging out at Club Sensualle with him seated nearby, however, redefined rational thought.
The gentleman’s club in the Quarter was Clint Bonaparte’s idea. Kragen’s son and Colby had become fast friends. Clint helped by teaching my son everything he should know about being a young man. Apparently, watching scantily clad females making spectacles of themselves was part of the latest lesson.
“Stop being so judgmental, Morgan,” Ace said. “He’s looking at almost-nude women. Not learning how to kill anyone.”
I scoffed. “There are some things mothers shouldn’t know about.”
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