Page 52 of The Locksmith's Promise

Laughter burst from his throat. “Yeah, Maggie. That’s what’s coming for our sweet boy in two short years.”

I groaned and covered my eyes.

He grinned. “So, are you going to do the sex talk or am I?”

“I can’t even think about it,” I shuddered.

He shrugged. “It’s easy with boys: consent, cover, and clamp.”

I raised my eyebrows.

He leaned in. “In plainer language, you need clear consent before moving forward. Yes means yes, anything else means no. Cover your dick unless you want to be a father or deal with an STD. And clamp your big mouth shut to protect her reputation.”

“That’s it?”

“Can you think of anything else?”

I blinked at him. “Well, yeah. It would be good if he can find the clitoris.”

He gaped at me. “My Lord, woman, you can’t talk to him about that!”

“Why not?” I teased. “Isn’t female pleasure important?”

He raised two palms. “Okay, we’ll add one more element. Consent, Cover, Clit, Clamp.”

I held out my hand. “Deal.”

With a wide smile, he shook my hand.

It took a good tug to get it back.

And I didn’t hate that.

After toting a few more boxes up from his truck, we jogged down the stairs to the sidewalk, heading toward my apartment to meet up with Corwin.

I practically bounced along beside him, my heart light. “That was the easiest moving day I’ve ever experienced.”

He loped along beside me with his hands tucked into his front pockets.

It almost felt like old times.

“It’s not hard when you don’t have any furniture.” He smiled down at me, his eyes soft, before facing forward once more.

In a flash, his face fell, and his cheeks flushed red. Whatever caught his attention snuffed out the light in his eyes and left them dull and bleak.

“Are you okay?” I breathed.

Jaw tight, he nodded and lifted his hand in acknowledgement.

Following the line of his vision, I spied Jenny. Briskly spinning on her heel, her long, shapely legs carried her in the opposite direction.

The blood drained from my face and left me breathless.

A rapid-fire slideshow of the countless times I’d seen Jenny since I returned to Moose Lake flashed through my mind.

I’d seen Baxter even more.

But I’d yet to see them in the same frame at the same time.

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