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I cock a brow. “He made you park down the street?”

Her blush is sweet enough to eat. “He said the sprinklers were due to turn on.”

As one, we both look down at the dead grass. Story sighs long and loud. “I’m an idiot, aren’t I?”

I clap my free hand to her thigh and she jumps, squealing. I cringe. Oops. I keep forgetting she has a butt plug stuck in her cute ass.

“Sorry, bed bug,” I murmur, moving to her car with quick feet. “We’ll be there soon, then I’ll take care of you. Make the ouchies go bye-bye. Now be a good girl and unlock your car for me.”

She sniffles as I shimmy her purse off my arm and hand it to her. I’m happy when she immediately digs through the massive bag and produces a key. A beeping sound signals the SUV unlocking, and I walk to the passenger side to settle her in. She immediately leans on her left tush cushion and I quickly adjust her seat so she’s more comfortable.

“Will you be okay for a bit? It’s only about a twenty-minute drive from here.”

“I’m okay.” She turns so she’s propped up on the center console, removing all the weight from her backside. Poor baby. “You never answered me, though. Where are we going?”

I grip the door, breathing the protective instincts running through me. “We’re going home.”

She shakes her head slowly, eyeing me wearily. “I don’t understand. I live almost an hour from here, in Salem.”

I want to chastise her for so many things. For telling me where she lives. For coming to a man's house when it’s so far from her home. A man she doesn't know.

She’s coming to your house, though, and she doesn’t know you. Double standard much?

I clear my throat. Pretty sure that rule doesn’t apply to the father of her children.

“We’re not going to Salem, Story.” I lean in, gripping her jaw so she knows I’m serious. “I said I’m taking you home, and I meant it. Our home.”

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