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PD gave me two raised eyebrows that clearly said he didn’t believe me.

I didn’t believe me, either.

I was Drew’s.

Just not right now.

He needed to take care of his problem before I’d let him back in my bed.

Hours later, I was rethinking that promise to myself when Drew carried me into his house from his truck.

I was partially asleep and would’ve probably forced him to put me down had I been awake.

But I was officially exhausted from being out all day and so snugly and warm.

“I’m going to put you down on my bed for a minute while I go get Thief settled in his kennel.” Drew said as he placed me on a bed that felt like clouds.

My eyes closed and stayed closed long enough for the front door to close and then I started to hyperventilate.

I was going to have sex with him again.

I was going to have sex with a married man!

Oh, my God!

I was such a slut!

I furiously dialed Naomi’s number, relieved when she answered.

“Hello?” She said, sounding chipper as always.

“Quick!” I said loudly. “I don’t know what to do!”

“What?” Naomi sounded nervous now. “What’s going on?”

I ran through Drew’s nearly empty living room to the front door where I could look outside.

I saw him there, standing in tight Wrangler jeans that molded to his ass like a second skin, and stared.

“I’m going to sleep with Drew again,” I informed. “Not today, maybe. But maybe tomorrow. I won’t be able to help myself.”

“What?” Naomi’s voice was high pitched at the best of times, but when she was shrieking, it was even worse. She reminded me of a harpy. “When did this happen? You totally told him to suck your dick yesterday and now this?”

I moaned. “I know.”

“Well, what changed?” She asked.

“He held a baby,” I cried. “At the boat ramp.”

“What are you talking about?” She questioned. “What boat ramp?”

So then I went in to the story of how he’d bailed me out of my improvised jail, how he’d taken me duck hunting, let me blow on his duck call, given me his jacket, and had held me when I was so cold I couldn’t feel my toes.

But the icing on the cake was when we’d arrived back at the boat ramp, and a baby was there that’d fallen into the water.

The mother had been freaking out because the child was probably no more than a month old.

She’d hit the water and had sank underneath the dark murky depths while we’d been pulling up in Drew’s boat.