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I don’t speak a word until we are back at my place with the door firmly shut and locked behind us. “Why did you have to do that?” I ask.

“You can’t tell me you weren’t curious.”

“Even if I was, I wouldn’t have snooped through his home. That’s a serious invasion of privacy.”

He waves me off like what I just said doesn’t matter. “Stop being so anal. It’s fine. No harm, no foul.”

“That’s what you have to say?” I shriek. “No harm, no foul? Now, every time I see my hot as hell neighbor, I will picture him using those handcuffs on his bed.”

“What’s wrong with that? Nothing wrong with a little fantasy. I think it could do you some good to branch out a bit. Maybe get a little freaky for once.”

“Hey,” I point my finger at him. “I have no objection to getting freaky. I read about things that are the freakiest of the freaky. I just haven’t actually experienced much of it because your kind can’t seem to get their shit together.”

“My kind?”

I nod. “Men.”

“Sister, if you think that I count myself in the same category as all the asshole straight ones, you’ve got another thing coming. But from everything you’ve told me about Don, it sounds like maybe he’s one of the good ones. Maybe he’s one that won’t disappoint you.”

His phone chimes from his pocket. “Speaking of men who will disappoint me, Todd wants to meet up for drinks.”

“Go on. Get out of here.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to leave you hanging.”

“I’m sure. I’m probably going to pass out soon anyway.”

But when I finally get him out the door, I know that I’m going to do anything but sleep. I can’t stop thinking about what I saw in Don’s apartment.

And I know that my dirty thoughts are going to keep me up all night long.

Chapter Sixteen

Don

“I think she really missed you,” Jill says, looking at Kaylee who is curled up in the crook of my arm fast asleep.

“The feeling’s mutual.”

“So, how are things going in New York? Still banging your way through the city?”

“Nah, I’ve slowed down quite a bit.”

My phone chimes with a text from Abby.

Abby: The package has been acquired and is safely in your apartment.

Me: Thanks, Abs. I owe you one.

Abby: Dinner’s on you when you get back.

Abby: Well, not on you. I don’t want to eat off of you. I mean, you will have to buy dinner.

She’s adorable.

Me: Deal.

I must not realize what my face is doing because Jill asks, “What’s got you smiling so hard?”

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