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“Katrina,” he groaned. “You can’t say shit like that while I’m riding my bike. I’ll fucking crash.”

“Don’t crash. Be careful.”

“Sweetheart.” He sounded frustrated. “You should have waited for me.”

Maybe. “I didn’t know how long church would take, and I’m wearing dirty panties right now.”

“Do they smell like my cum?”

“I thought you didn’t want to talk about sex while you’re riding.”

“Well, you forced my mind into the gutter. Now it’s stuck.”

“I think it was already hanging out there.”

He laughed. “Yeah, okay. You got me, angel.”

“I’m going to put you on speaker while I change.”

“Shit. I’m missing that?”

“Well, get over here. Make it quick so we can have a quickie.”

“Babe. Lou is there.”

“I’ll close the door.”

“Damn. Now I’ve got a hard-on.”

I giggled as I stripped and pulled on new undies, leggings, and a long T-shirt. I wanted to be comfortable since it was hot out. I slipped on running shoes and then opened my Samsonite luggage, loading it up with clothes, shoes, and essentials. Within minutes, I had everything packed up.

“I’m nearly done.”

“Wait for me. Don’t leave yet.”

“I won’t. Lou is probably going to need help.”

“Yeah. I won’t be long.”

I kept him on speaker as I carried the luggage downstairs and parked it outside the door that led into my garage. Just as I turned around, the doorbell rang. “That was fast.”

“What? Katrina?”

“I’m coming!” I shouted, skipping toward the door.

“Babe! Don’t answer it!”

Too late. I swung it open with a smile, staring stupidly at the man who stood in front of me. How did the gas company tech end up here again?

“Can I help you?”

He whipped out a gun and pointed it at my chest. Move back and let us inside,” he ordered.

Us?

If someone had told me that my enemy would have come out of hiding, and he would be the same pathetic asshole who showed up to my mother’s dinner.

“Carmichael?” Shocked, I didn’t move.