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“Messing with the other girls in the house while waiting for her to turn eighteen isn’t going to fly. It’s wrong, and you know that as much as I do.”
    “I don’t even know if she’s interested in me like that.” This is a different situation for me.
    Most of my interactions with women go like my run-in with Snapper did in the hall last night. Feelings aren’t involved unless you count the tingle deep in my sack before I blow. That has always been the totality of ‘feelings’ I’ve had for any one woman before in my life.
    Not one single time in my life have I gone to bed with a woman wondering what tomorrow would be like if we woke up late and had brunch someplace. I’m not saying that I treat women poorly, because I don’t. They all know I’m not looking for anything more than a good time. I’m very upfront about it; I always have been. That doesn’t mean that, on occasion, I misread one, and she gets a little huffy in the morning when I don’t hand over my phone number or promise to see her again. I hate that it happens, but at the end of the day, she shouldn’t have lied.
    And then there’s Khloe.
    I don’t even know her, but it’s the idea that I want to get to know her better that’s throwing me for a loop. Do I want to fuck her? No doubt about that. I feel the twitch of my cock in my jeans just sitting here thinking about it. Nothing new about that. The difference is I can actually see myself sitting down with Khloe for a meal after the deed is done. Well, breakfast in bed anyways. Let’s not go too crazy here.
    “You’re not even listening to me,” I hear Em say and feel her swat at my arm.
    I laugh because there’s no telling what the hell she just said while I was stuck in my own damn head.
    She sighs. “She’s interested, Kid.” She smiles sweetly. “Well, she was interested, but then Snap showed up in your shirt.”
    “Fuck,” I grumble.
    “Yeah, fuck,” she mimics and turns the gardening show back on.
    I stand from the couch, lean over and kiss Em on the head, then head to Khloe’s room. My luck would be she won’t talk to me for the next month. Problem solved.

Chapter 11

    I lean into the soft touch against my cheek before I realize that I’m supposed to be alone in this room. Simultaneously I open my eyes and attempt to shuffle back on the bed. My heart is thundering in my chest, and my breathing is ragged.
    Kid is sitting on the edge of my bed looking at me with confusion and pity. A sudden urge to explain hits me. But how do I tell him about the foster home from five years ago? How do I explain how the foster dad would sneak into my room after his wife left for work? I wasn’t there long enough for it to go any further than deviant touching, but the damage had been done none the less.
    It’s the pity in his eyes, and the assumptions he’s probably making that keep me from opening up. He probably wouldn’t care anyways. I’m here because he sympathizes with my situation and nothing more. When I look at him, I see the redhead in his shirt. I may not be that experienced, but I know why a woman would be wearing a man’s shirt. She clearly picked it up in the morning after taking it off of him the night before.
    “Sorry,” I mutter in apology for my freak out.
    “Don’t apologize,” he says softly, his hands now resting in his lap. “I should’ve knocked louder.”
    “Your house,” I say before I can stop myself. How many times have I heard that? ‘My house, my rules.’ I’m pretty sure the foster parents from each and every home I’ve ever been in have said it a million times. That’s almost as popular as the whole ‘Well, your caseworker isn’t here, is she?’
    “Your room,” he says sternly. “This is yours, Khloe. I shouldn’t have invaded your space without permission.”
    I watch him scrub his hands over his face. The tentative touch to his beard seems like a new action for him, as if it’s not been there very long. I’ve always been