“Maybe the neighborhood is on fire and it’s an evacuation,” I say. Every bad thing imaginable crosses my mind and there’s no way I can ignore it any longer.

“It’s probably just Sam coming to check and see if our curtains match the couch,” Deacon teases.

“Don’t ever mention your brother when we’re having sex,” I say. “I didn’t think there was anything you could possibly do to turn me off, but you might’ve just found the one thing.”

He laughs and smacks me on the butt.

“Please, I need to go check,” I say. “I can’t focus on us until I do.”

Deacon sighs. “All right. I’ll go check it out.”

“No,” I say, climbing off of him and wrapping my robe around me. “You stay and keep that thing hard for when I come back.”

He smiles at me and takes hold of his massive cock, stroking it.

him and smile. “Good

living room. When I open the door, I’m not sure what to expect, but it definitely not the person standing in front of

age. She has bleached hair with long dark roots. Not the kind that’s fashionable right now, but the kind a woman gets when she neglects to keep her salon appointments. She wears an oversized hooded sweatshirt and jeans with boots, and too much makeup. Her thin lips and

I help

Deacon?” she

me. I turn. Deacon is standing there with only

open in surprise, then closes, his eyebrows coming together in an angry look. “What the hell are you doing

I was so jealous when she came into the picture. She’s not ugly, really, just … harsh. Like someone who is scraping through life by the skin of her teeth. Deacon says she’s a drunk and a party girl. I wonder if that includes doing

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Deacon

me and our child nearly six months ago. Not a phone call. Not a text. One night she drained both our bank accounts, gathered

Now here she is.

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