"I know it's bright and hot," he agrees patiently, using all the skills being an uncle to a nine-year-old has taught him. "You still need to sleep."

It's not like Jake has an easy time sleeping either. His bulk means he puts out a lot of heat, and he's always uncomfortable. If he had his druthers he'd just strip naked and lie down in the cellar in an attempt to cool off, but Veronica still lives here, and he doesn't actually want to scar her for life. She doesn't need to look at his dick.

"You will sleep when I'm done with this," he decides, his tone brooking no argument. "If you won't look after yourself, I'm going to look after you for you."