They finally reached a private room. It resembled a karaoke lounge more than anything else, with a large screen mounted on the wall, soft sofas arranged around a low table, and a tablet embedded at the center for ordering food and drinks.
Judging by the spread already laid out, Vincent had placed the order well in advance.
A knock sounded just as Seamus started to stand, but Vincent reached out and stopped him, rising instead to answer the door himself.
His broad frame filled the doorway almost completely. From inside, Seamus could hear excited female voices squealing, trying to peek in.
"No need, ladies," Vincent said casually. "I have a baby with me."
"A baby?" one of them gasped. "Your new girlfriend?"
"Of course not," Vincent scoffed. "My nephew. I am babysitting."
The word made Seamus bristle.
'Baby? He must be joking. I have slept with women far more dangerous than you ever—'
