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Not to mention he was covered nearly head to toe in ash and smelled like a supercharged bonfire.

“What happened?” I asked in alarm.

He held out his hand.

“I’ll tell you after you tell me what she wishes she would’ve talked to you about,” he said, his voice booking no room for argument.

I sighed and picked up the papers.

“My ex is suing me for abandonment,” I told him, showing him the papers.

He took them and his eyes scanned the pages.

They got wider and wider as he continued to read.

“They’re saying you’re married?” He asked incredulously.

I nodded, my stomach turning summersaults at the look of pure anger on his face.

“You’re shitting me,” he said.

I shook my head again.

“I’m just going to head over to dad’s house,” Attie murmured softly, standing up and making her way to the door. “Goodnight Daddy.”

She went up on her tiptoes to kiss Drew who’d yet to make it into the room any further, but stopped when she couldn’t find a clean place to kiss him.

“Uhh,” she hesitated.

Drew didn’t have the same problem.

He just grabbed her to him and wrapped his arms around her, ensuring that he got a good hug regardless of what it did to the poor kid’s clothes.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” he said to me, opening the door for Attie and walking down the front walk with her.

The rain that was still coming down, for three days straight now, made them disappear from my view moments later.

Closing the door, I threw the papers down on the coffee table, glaring at them for added effect.

I’d deal with that tomorrow.

Right then, though, I walked to the bathroom and started the shower, and warmed it up for my man.

Then, for added affect, I deposited my body in it and got all wet for him.

In two ways.

Leaning against the shower, letting the water spray me down, I let my hands move over my body.

I heard him come through the door, thankful that he had a key, otherwise I’d worry that maybe it wasn’t him coming in, but someone else that wasn’t supposed to be there.

I would hate for his surprise to be ruined by someone else.

Chapter 18

How do I like my eggs? In a cake.

-Text from Aspen to Drew