“Yeah.” He set the glass down. “You not going to bed? It’s ten past four.”“I can’t sleep.”Charles tilted his head. “What if I could knock you out in the next ten minutes?”Sadie raised a brow. “Don’t tell me you’re planning to inject me with tranquilizers.”He chuckled. “I’m not as bad as you think.”“My doctor prescribed a drug a month ago,” Sadie murmured. “Started with one pill. He wasn’t sure how I’d react. After all that hype, I only slept thirty minutes before the effect wore off. So I upped the dose—three, then four. Still didn’t work.”Charles raised an eyebrow. “What if I make you sleep till nine a.m.?”“You can’t.  That’s what I’m saying.”“Come on.” He reached for her hand and led her toward her room. “If you’re not asleep in ten minutes, do anything you want to me.”Sadie gave a weak laugh. “That’s cute. We both know you can’t. You’re not s

“Keep quiet, all of you!” Mr. Harrington snapped, silencing the murmuring. His voice cut through the room like a blade. “Do any of you even understand the weight of what’s happening right now?”“Dad, with all due respect, this is partially your fault,” the eldest son said, his voice rising. “Every weekend you were hanging out with him, making him feel like more than the penniless idiot he is.”“Exactly. How many times have you spent that kind of time with us?” another son chimed in bitterly.“I’m not surprised this is happening,” the eldest daughter sneered. “He knew you’d come crawling back to him.”“Leave it to you, dear husband, to always do things the backward way,” Mrs. Harrington said, arms folded, her voice thick with irritation—irritation that matched her very view of Charles. “If we had dragged that idiot to court when the divorce happened, none of this would be happening now.”Mr. Harrington’s voice dropped lower, sharper.