Page 83 of How to Rescue Your Surprise Baby

“Nothing happened.”

Just because he could, Hilly-Billy made his eyebrows go up his forehead, and wrigglethroughhis hair. “You shared a bed after the mission.”

“Heclimbed intomybed after I fell asleep.” Telos’ face burned. “Then he climbed out before I woke. That doesn’t count.”

“How did you know he was there, then?” Hilly-Billy smirked.

“I—I woke up in the middle of the night.” To find Mav pressed up behind him, completely naked. Telos had stroked him to full hardness, slipped him inside, and gone back to sleep. Not that anyone but Mav needed to know that.

“Believe it or not, this is the most hickies I’ve ever seen you wearing,” Hilly-Billy said dryly. “But what do I know? I’m just a butler.”

He wandered off. Telos couldn’t help remembering the awkward morning after.

Duke had called Mav off to help with the victims. Telos had taken the chance to slip away with Hilly-Billy and Estie, to return to Cartfalls first.

Mav hadn’t called or texted. Telos wasn’t sure what that meant.

At least he was home now, and all he had to worry about was his daughter.

“It’s just you, me, and Hilly-Billy,” he whispered to Estie. “We shouldn’t trust anyone else.”

She stuck her fingers into his nose.

Hilly-Billy coughed loudly; Telos ignored him and went back to making Estie laugh.

Two whole days,and not a single word from Mav.

On the third day, Telos began to grow uneasy.

Had the rescue been a dream? Mav touching him all over, almost kissing him?

He stuffed a crispy fry into his mouth, and burped.

A coil of smoke came out with the burp, and his stomach felt... strangely warm.

“What the hell was that?” Telos asked.

Hilly-Billy looked up from his phone. By then, the smoke had faded into the air. “What?”

Telos shook his head. “Never mind.”

He was about to check on Estie napping in her crib, when the doorbell chimed.

Hilly-Billy went to answer the intercom. Then he pressed some buttons, and looked slyly over his shoulder.

Telos was instantly wary. “What?”

“I’m helping to solve some of your problems.”

“What problems?”

Hilly-Billy stuck his hands in his pockets, whistled, and walked away.

“Hey! Minion!” Telos shook his fist at Hilly-Billy’s retreating figure. “I’m gonna fire you—”

The elevator dinged and opened straight into his living room. Telos froze. Someone was in the elevator, muscular arms full of boxes. In fact, there were several colorful boxes, stacked so high that the man’s face was completely hidden.

Not that Telos needed to see him, to know who he was. His heart began to pound. “W-what are you doing here?”

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