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“All right. Then get out here and get dressed, so we can drive to Molly’s and I can strip you again and do all kinds of wonderful, dirty things to your beautiful, clean body.”

I laughed, feeling better.

“Fine. You promise not to think any less of me?”

“Fletcher, I actually think more of you for letting me take care of you in that way. There’s nothing better. I loved everything about that.”

“Huh,” I said. I girded myself and turned the door handle, hearing a noise indicating that Aiden had moved from his leaning position.

Aiden stepped back as I pulled open the door, and he smiled, beckoning me into his open arms.

“Come here, you.”

I went there, and he enfolded me in his embrace, nuzzling my neck and nosing at my ear. “You’re beautiful, you know—even bent over with a tube up your ass.”

I laughed, feeling my cheeks get hot.

“It’s actually really fun embarrassing you,” he admitted.

“I knew it! You totally get off on that, Nurse Aiden.”

“Yeah, well, so do you.”

Chapter Twelve

Diving In

We arrived at Maverick Molly’s a little before our booking time.

When we went into the gaming parlor, I was distracted by the bloomered bottom of a molly boy who had bent over to gather some glasses from a table. When he straightened and turned into my nephew, I was taken aback.

“Fletcher!” Patrick said with a friendly smile. He balanced his tray against his hip and came over to us. He looked fucking adorable in his molly boy gear.

“Hey! How are you?”

“Great.”

He looked at Aiden then back at me with a wowed expression. I realized this was the first time he’d seen him.

“Patrick, this is Aiden. Aiden, this is my nephew, Patrick.”

“Patrick,” Aiden said, extending his hand. “Pleased to meet you. I think I have you to thank for all those times I’ve taken Fletcher out.”

“I don’t mind hanging out with Lucy.” He turned back to me. “I guess she’s with Grandma and Grandpa for the weekend?”

I glanced at Aiden, who smiled.

“Yep.”

“You probably don’t want to waste your time talking to me. Can I get you something?”

“Actually, we need the key to the…” I cleared my throat, only because it occurred to me that Patrick would know that we were getting kinky at his workplace. I hadn’t really thought about how bizarre that was.

“The Bordello,” Aiden specified. He didn’t seem to find it strange. Then again, Patrick wasn’t his nephew.

I turned to Aiden. “He could have figured that out.”

Aiden shrugged with a nonchalant smile.

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