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“But I climbed on the table and checked the peephole as you told me to before I opened it. I saw that it was Mr. Donovan. He’s your friend.”

“Even still. Don’t open the door without asking me first. Understood?”

“Yes, Mom.”

"Good.” She turned to me and opened her mouth to say something, then closed her mouth again. She blushed at the look on my face.

I had no idea what expression I was making as I straightened. I could just about make out her nipples underneath the damn shirt. My cock was already fully erect, ready for another round, not satisfied with what had happened earlier today.

I needed more of her. I would always need more of her.

Georgia must have sensed what was going through my head because her eyes widened slightly.

“It’s not her bedtime yet,” she said.

I nodded. “I can wait.” And then, to prove it, I sat down on the sofa next to Avery and stared pointedly at the seat next to me.

“Seriously?”

“Yes,” I said.

“What are we even going to do?”

“Watch Toy Story,” Avery announced excitedly, looking up at her mother with pleading eyes. “Please, Mommy. I didn’t watch it last week.”

Georgia glanced at me, and I shrugged. “I’m down.” No way was I leaving here any time soon.

She sighed but ultimately acquiesced, but instead of coming to sit by me, she sank by her daughter instead, sandwiching Avery between herself and me. Then she took the remote, flipping through the recorded movies until she found Toy Story.

And that was how I found myself watching Toy Story at 7 p.m. with a woman and her child.

I’d admit it was one of the most relaxed I’d felt in a long time.

19

GEORGIA

This is one of the most bizarre nights I’ve ever had in my life.

I glanced over the kitchen island to see Avery yawn as her eyes started to slowly fall shut. I grinned. She’d been fighting a losing battle with sleep for the past few minutes. She always fell asleep around this point in the movie, and it seemed she would succumb again when her head started to drop to the side, slowly landing on the side of Donovan’s arm. I saw him glance at her, and then a small smile kicked up the side of his lips. He held her up by the shoulders as he shifted his arm slightly, putting a small couch pillow on his thigh and allowing her head to rest there instead. Then, his hand came around her protectively, covering half her tiny body.

It's strange, I thought as a familiar warmth crept inside my chest.He was being very strange.

I’d nearly had a heart attack when I came downstairs earlier and found him talking to Avery. I couldn’t tell exactly what they were saying, but from their tones, it seemed to have been a very interesting conversation. I could also tell they both liked each other, and while that was normal for Avery since she loved strangers, I didn’t get why Donovan seemed to like Avery.

For a split second, fear flashed through me.

I thought maybe he’d figured it out. He’d seen the resemblance between them and caught my lie.

But then he looked up at me with pure lust in his eyes, and I knew that he hadn’t figured it out yet.

Which was another thing that was odd.

Besides asking for information about Avery’s father, Donovan didn’t inquire anything else about her, like her age. I would have lied if he’d asked, but still, he should have. It was like he hadn’t even considered the fact that Avery might be his daughter, which would have been a natural suspicion to have.

But it was probably for the best.

It was also best for Avery and Donovan not to interact much.

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