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NICK
We can't just go running off to some strange guy's house! In the middle of nowhere! Kit was giving me the evil eye as we mindspoke frantically.
She was right. She was absolutely right. But there was something about Dallas that compelled me to submit to him. If he said run, I'd ask, "How far?" If he said jump, "How high?" If he said come... well that one depended completely on context, didn't it?
"Stop thinking sexy thoughts," Kit hissed. "I can see you doing it! I don't even want to mindspeak in case you pollute my mind with whatever is going on in there. What if he's a serial killer?"
I rolled my eyes. "He's not a serial killer."
"You don't know that!"
I took Kit's hands in mine. "Kit, he's this baby's father. I can't refuse him the chance to be a father, and part of that i
