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“I think if anyone would understand, it would be him. He’s lived here. Was his wife a Little?” Jack asked.
Her eyes widened. “I don’t know! And that’s not something I can ask him either. Don’t you have a perimeter to check?”
“Ouch! It’s like an arrow . . . to . . . the . . . heart.” Jack stumbled out of the room.
“Don’t worry, we won’t say or do anything,” Ian told her.
“Thanks.” She gave Ian a grateful smile.
“Now, get onto your hands and knees so I can wash your bottom.”
And all that gratitude was gone.
“Ian!”
“What?” He gave her a confused look.
“You can’t wash my bottom.”
“Of course I can. I have a cloth.”
“Ian,” she groaned. “That’s not the point. I don’t . . . you can’t . . .”
“Little girl, I want to take care of you. It’s more than a want. It’s a need. To make sure you’re happy and safe. That you’ve got enough to eat. That you’re clean and warm. I haven’t been able to care for anyone like that in a long time.”
Right. So, was this just about his need to care for someone? Could she have been anyone?
“I haven’t felt like it. Until you.”
That tight knot in her stomach started to unravel.
“Okay,” she whispered. “Even though this is really embarrassing.”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
She moved to her hands and knees and let him run the cloth over her bum then between her butt cheeks.
Sheesh.
After he lifted her out of the bath, he dried her and set her on the toilet.
“Okay, I draw the line at peeing in front of you. A girl needs some privacy, you know.”
He stared down at her for a moment. “All right, Little girl. I wouldn’t dream of invading your privacy.”
She barely held in her snort of disbelief.
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After she peed, she wrapped a towel around herself and stepped out into the bedroom. Hmm. She’d kind of expected to find Ian in here with her clothes ready for her.
Although . . . yep, he’d laid some out on the bed, including her only skirt. A long, black one with tiers. When she spun, it flowed around her.
She loved it.
Next to it was a tight black top that would show a sliver of skin.
It wasn’t something she’d have chosen herself, but she could be into this outfit. She got dressed and pulled her long, dark hair back into a ponytail. As she walked down the stairs, Uncle Willy stepped into the house.
