“Someone’s at your back door.” She smirked. “No, that was last night.” “I’m serious,” I said. “I think someone’s trying to break into your house.” “What?” she whisper-squeaked. I jumped out of bed, clad only in my boxers. Where the fuck was Fred? My eyes snagged on his black and white form, curled on the nearby armchair. I grabbed him and handed him to his mother. “Protect the baby,” I told her.
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