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Drew had bailed almost before he’d come to a complete stop, and had managed to get the kid even before the mother could bend over in her frantic search to get her child.

He’d then started stripping the clothes off the baby, and had placed the little girl against the screaming mother’s chest.

“He told the woman to take her shirt off?” Naomi gasped.

“Yeah!” I confirmed. “And then he’d had PD call 911, even though the baby had been kicking and screaming her discontent.”

“Holy crap,” she said. “What did PD do?”

“Pretty much the same. Tried to calm the woman down. When the woman still didn’t cooperate, Drew had taken his own clothes off, then covered the baby with his dry clothes. Good thing he was wearing his waders,” I added as an afterthought.

“That’s kind of cool,” she said. “I would’ve loved to be there.”

“Then I was in the boat and it started to drift off, so I had to start it on my own and drive it. It was so cool!” I froze when Drew started moving towards me, a handful of crap in his hands. “Shit, I gotta go. He’s coming back.”

“Have sex with him!” Was the last thing I heard before I hung up and made a mad dash into the room.

I didn’t go for the bed, though.

There was no way I’d be able to pull off ‘sleeping.’

So I chose to go to the bathroom and take care of some of my girly needs before I came back out.

And ended up going through all his bathroom cabinets. And his pants. And his shower.

My eyes lit on the lube that was sitting on the shower rail at the very top, and I froze, wondering what exactly that was for.

Did he masturbate in the shower with it? Why else would it be there?

I had it in my hand when a voice directly behind me made me jump a foot in the air.

“Eeek!” I said, squeaking.

The bottle dropped onto my toe, but I didn’t notice as I turned around and gasped, my hand going to my thundering heart.

“Jesus!” I said. “You scared the crap out of me!” My eyes narrowed. “How’d you get in here, anyway? I locked the door.”

“It’s broken,” he said, pointing at the door handle.

The front of the handle had its cap missing, showing the insides of the door handle, which explained why he’d gotten in.

“You could’ve knocked,” I muttered darkly.

His grin widened and he bent down to pick the bottle of lube up off the floor.

“You were in here for about an hour,” he teased. “I started to worry you’d fallen in.”

I crossed my arms over my chest.

“I most certainly did not fall in. My ass hangs over the toilet seat on both sides. I’m fairly sure it’s physically impossible to ‘fall in’,” I shot back.

He shrugged and placed the lube back on the shower rail before turning around and leaving the room.

I followed him reluctantly, but he didn’t stop when he got into the living room. No, he headed right out the front door.

He kept going until he walked into my house, with a key that I’d never given him.

“Hey!” I said forcefully. “How’d you get a key?”