“What? I had a thing that ran late.” Harlan grunts. He reclines in a wingback chair with his feet up on the coffee table, dress shoes and all. In theory, I have three brothers and a sister, but in actuality I have two brothers, a sister, and what appears to be a male human sibling but is probably some sort of demon. “Lemme guess,” Harlan drawls. “The blow job took longer than you expected.” “It did, actually.”
