It still sounded quite loud out there, and Darius was a strange miracle regarding getting a foot into the Carrington door. From a furious and slightly sexually tinged roll in the literal mud to discreetly fucking Darius in the checkbook instead was not what he had anticipated.

“I have a moment,” Zechariah said, far more pleasantly than he usually spoke to Darius. “Are there other concerns you want me to initially address with your probate solicitor?”