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He’s still as attractive as I remember. Only he’s not a lanky fifteen-year-old anymore. He’s a grown man, filled out and muscular. Sheer power drips off him.
I blanch. “Baby, I don’t want people approaching me. That sounds awful.” Her mouth falls open in awe. “Did you just call me baby?”
“Who says I’ll be there?” “You will.” She pours two glasses of whiskey, and we settle on opposite ends of the brown leather couch. “You love my daughter.”

