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I’d seen the child’s car seat in the back when I’d first cli because I hadn’t felt all that chatty But now, anything to divert hts elcome

"Two, actually," Pick answered

As I nodded, not sure what to say next, he continued "You re out with?"

"Yeah" I’d never been fond of her She’d been too bitter, too susceptible, too hardened And she’d always ed to suck Pick into so he’d had a kid with her depressed me I’d kind of hoped he’d broken free of her

But, wait Hadn’t he said he’d fallen for a rich hter? Tristy had been in the sa from one foster care family to the next

"She’s dead," Pick stated h to make me startle

"Tristy?"

He nodded, sucking his bottoainst his two lip rings "When she died, I adopted her son And Tink has a girl of her ohicharound our place"

"Tink?" I asked

Pick’s entire face lit up "My woman," he explained "I call her Tinker Bell, but her real nah"

I didn’t realize just how soon until he parked in front of an apartment complex and then led me up to a third-floor entrance

"Hey, Tink," he called as soon as he opened the door and stepped inside, leaving oing to bring me to his place, so I stopped uncertainly in the doorway

"What? Already?" a fe blonde appeared in the hallith a toddler on one hip and another trailing along behind her "What about Zoey and the--"

Her words died on her tongue the mo a confused glance to Pick and then back to me