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Me: What are you watching?

Izzy: The Night Agent.

I chuckled.

Me: Really?

Izzy: Why does that surprise you? Because I'm a girl?

Me: Not surprising. It's one of my favorite shows too.

Izzy: Oh.

Me: Yeah. But I read the book first.

Izzy: I binged the first season last year and then went and read the book.

Izzy: I'm also obsessed with Yellowjackets. Have you watched that one?

Me: No. Is that the one about people surviving in the wilderness after a plane crash?

Izzy: Yes! It's a high school girls soccer team. Kinda dark. But so good.

We texted back and forth about the shows we watched, and it became obvious she really liked the darker thrillers. That was actually surprising, considering she was so carefree—the complete opposite of dark.

She hadn't responded to my last two texts by the time I went upstairs and turned on the shower. Was she the type of person who fell asleep easily? That thought led to dirty ones of her in my bed. Naked and writhing under me as I drilled into her over and over again.

I always showered quickly after a shift, but tonight I needed another nice long, cold one. I stepped under the water and braced one hand against the wall as I fisted my hard cock with my other hand. I moved my hand roughly up and down my shaft as I pictured Izzy spread out on my bed, and then above me, riding my cock. Mouth open, cheeks flushed, and head thrown back—just like she was tonight—as she moved. But in my mind, I imagined nothing between us as she chased her orgasm.

“Fuck,” I bellowed as I exploded, imagining what she'd look like as she came with me.

The need to be with her still overwhelmed me as I climbed into bed and shot off one last text.

Me: Goodnight, sweetheart.

Chapter Twenty-Two

IZZY

“Logan will pickthe kids up from school and take them to soccer this afternoon.” Maggie moved around her kitchen as she made her to-go cup of coffee. “I'm not sure I'll make it. You’ll need to be at Logan’s by six thirty.”

Logan would have the girls back until Sunday afternoon. Honestly, I had no clue how either of them could stand to be away from them that long. It definitely helped that they got along and made sure they were both there for their daughters when possible, regardless of whose day it was.

I nodded. “Sounds good.”

Tonight would be my first night shift at Logan’s. I was basically getting paid to spend the night at his house. I just wished he would be there with me.

Maggie looked over at me like she either knew where my thoughts went or wanted to say something else, but uncertainty flashed through her eyes before she finally turned away. The girls appeared, giving her hugs goodbye, and before the door even closed behind her, they were already getting out the tools and ingredients for breakfast.

“Can we make French toast?” Alice asked as she pulled the loaf of bread from the bread box on the counter.

“Of course.” One of the things I enjoyed most was baking and cooking with them, especially since, between the two of them, they were willing to try just about anything. So far, I’d learned that neither of them liked beans, Alice didn’t like bananas, and Nikki wasn’t a fan of cheese. I grabbed my phone and brought up my music app. “What do you want to listen to?”

“Taylor Swift,” Nikki said as Alice nodded her agreement.

Not sure why I even asked. That was always their response. I got the music started, and we prepared the egg mixture for the French toast. They laughed at me when I used the whisk to lip sync along to Taylor's voice.

“You're so funny.” Alice giggled.

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