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This whole situation is a double-edged sword, and I feel like I’m holding on to the blade with both hands. After rinsing Thea off, I pick her up and place her in the towel waiting beside the sink. I dry her off and am just about to walk over to where her clothes and diaper are when the door opens.

“Oh,” a woman’s voice purrs.

Turning my head, I look over to see a woman wearing… well… practically nothing standing in the middle of the doorway. Her breasts are bare and on display. She’s got on a little skirt that barely covers her vagina, so I can only assume her bare ass is hanging out, and she’s wearing a pair of shoes so high, it’s a wonder she can even walk. Maybe she can’t and that’s why she’s just standing there staring at me.

“I didn’t realize you were down here,” she announces before she lets out a giggle. “I’m Honey.”

I give her a tight smile because I don’t know what to say to a woman standing in front of me with her tits out like it’s a normal day. Moving over to Thea’s things, I quickly lotion her body and put her diaper back on, then slip her into her footie pajamas.

“Hound said you and the baby were going to be here for a few weeks. If you need anything at all, just let me know.”

She seems happy enough to just be living her life, but I cannot get past the naked thing. I pick Thea up and gather her things, trying to think of how to respond to this woman’s words. I’m not sure what to say, so instead of opening up a dialogue, I just say, “Thank you,” as I begin to walk past her.

“Keely?” she calls out. I stop and turn to look at her. “Not all the girls here are trustworthy. Most of us know our place. But some want to be where you are, and they’ll do anything to get there. Just watch out.”

I have no clue what she’s talking about, and as much as I want to ask her, I don’t. “Thanks,” I whisper before I hurry out of the kitchen and head upstairs. Stepping into the bedroom, I close the door behind me.

“What the hell was that?” I whisper to myself.

I don’t even get a moment to really think about what the fuck that was and who this Honey woman was when the door opens. I’m not sure who I expect to see standing on the other side, but I’m thankful that it’s Brock.

He steps inside, closing the door behind him, then his brows snap together before he pauses. He’s clearly reading my expression, my mood, and the vibes. I’ll give him that, even though he seems very confused.

“Who is Honey?”

I could beat around the bush. I could play coy and shy, maybe try to pull the information from him in a way where he doesn’t realize that’s what I’m doing, but I’m not that smooth, and I don’t think he’d appreciate that anyway.

“You meet her?” he asks.

“Tits out, yeah, I met her.”

Brock’s brows lift to his forehead and are so high they practically disappear in his hairline. I guess he wasn’t expecting me to say that. When his lips twitch into a smirk, I want nothing more than to slap it off his face, because I’m pretty sure he’s imagining her tits out. I shouldn’t have said that. What I should have said was that she was wearing a parka.

“You want to explain her to me and why she has her tits out so freely?”

Thankfully, that question brings Brock back to the room and reality. His eyes widen again, his lips part, and then he shifts from foot to foot as he clears his throat. I watch as he lifts his hand to run his fingers through his hair, then shakes his head once.

“I was hoping I could have avoided this question until we’d gotten to know one another better, but since you’re going to be here for a few weeks, I guess I should explain.”

“Yeah,” I snap. “I think you should.”

The asshole has the nerve to grin at me.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-FOUR

HOUND

It should not be as hot as it is that Keely’s pissed at me. But it very much makes my dick hard. She gently places a now-sleeping Thea down in her bassinet. I don’t know how the fuck she even fell asleep with us talking, but she’s out.

Keely straightens, then moves toward me. She’s close enough to touch me, but she doesn’t reach out. I don’t either, but I will soon. This conversation needs to happen first, and I don’t think she’s going to like it too much.

“Honey is a clubwhore.”

The words spill out, and by the time I finish them, her eyes have widened and she’s gasped. I almost laugh. She’d probably be pissed if I did, but she’s so goddamn cute it’s hard not to smile.

“A what?” she hisses.