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There was no denying that.
The real question I needed to ask myself was why did I find that so sexy?
Why was seeing a man—a scary one at that that seemed incredibly competent hacking into locked things that should be unhackable—holding a baby so damn hot?
Six
She’s a ten, but sometimes shakes her head to get rid of her intrusive thoughts. She’s my little Etch-A-Sketch.
—Apollo’s secret thoughts
APOLLO
My leg throbbed like a bitch.
But it didn’t hurt nearly as bad as holding a little baby again.
Memories assaulted me, yet I kept burping the tiny, breakable thing in my arm until I got a solid burp out of him.
When he’d finished, I handed him back to Dru.
“You can hang on to him.” She smiled weakly.
“Never been around a kid before?” I asked.
She looked incredibly uncomfortable while holding him, yet she’d offered up no complaint.
“Not really,” she admitted as the iPad vibrated. “Webber’s contacting who he can. He’ll get us out of here.”
“Did he know about the plane crash?” she asked.
“No,” I shook my head. “First he’d heard. Though he had heard about the tornado.”
“Great,” she murmured. “This is bad.”
It wasn’t just bad.
It was DEFCON-1.
As in, likely couldn’t get much worse.
I knew that there had been three hundred and thirty-two souls on board that plane today.
As of right now, I only knew of three that’d survived.
Add in to that the destruction of the tornado, and it was shaping up to be a really awful day.
The house shook around us, and both of us tried to ignore the flickering of the lights.
“Ten bucks say the lights are about to go.”
I shook my head. “I think they’ve already gone. I think that the people have a generator.”
“Where?” she questioned.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. But Webber knows my location. If we lose power, he’ll look for us here.”
She blew out a relieved breath. “How long do you think it’ll take?”
