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I started off at an easy pace, glancing over my shoulder every few steps to see how she was doing.

“I’m fine,” she told me the third time I did it. “I walk for at least an hour every day.”

“That’s in the daylight.”

She picked up the pace, coming up next to me so she could slide her arm around my waist. “Better, Grandpa?” she asked with a sidelong grin.

I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Behave, woman.”

She chuckled and snuggled closer.

Five minutes later, we reached our destination, a moonlit glade next to the creek. A light frost glittered on the dormant grass. Somewhere nearby, an owl hooted.

“Oh.” Eden switched off the flashlight and turned in a circle. “It’s…magical.”

My breath hitched. She was so beautiful, her short hair bleached silver by the moonlight, her eyes dark and soulful.

The hunger awakened in me. Just like that, I was semi-hard. I busied myself with spreading out the blanket and put the bag on top of it.

Eden slipped the flashlight into a jacket pocket and moved to the creek bank. “Did you come here a lot when you were a kid?”

“Yeah.” I joined her. Together, we stared down at the water tumbling over the rocks. “It’s peaceful, you know?”

And I’d needed that, especially when Esposito was in the house, stirring up my mom, oozing fake charm. Inserting himself in my life, making me and my mom count on him…and then taking off again.

Magee had been more a father to me than Esposito, so even after joining the syndicate, I’d kept coming. Carrying buckets of maple sap, chopping wood, monitoring the fire—it takes hours of boiling and 40 gallons of sap to make a single gallon of syrup—until the winter he died.

“It is peaceful.” Eden turned and put a mittened hand on my chest. “Thanks for sharing it with me.”

“My pleasure.” I covered her hand with mine, happy that she seemed to like it as much as I did. “Want to see what’s in the bag?”

“Yes, please.”

“Sit down, then.” I helped her settled onto the blanket, then stretched out alongside her.

The bag had two insulated compartments. In one was a hot chocolate, in the other was a carton of Moon Mist ice cream.

I offered her both. “What are you in the mood for?”

“Ice cream.” She pulled off her mittens and took it, squinting at the label. “It’s Moon Mist! How did you know?”

“Rio told me,” I said. The ice cream was a Nova Scotia specialty, a blend of grape, banana, and bubblegum flavors.

She pried off the lid. “I’ve had such a craving for Moon Mist, but you can’t find it in the States. Please tell me you brought a spoon.”

Returning the hot chocolate to the bag, I dug one out. “Here you go.”

She took it and dipped it into the Moon Mist. As the spoon slid between her lips, her eyes closed in pure bliss. “Oh. My. God.”

Thank you, Rio.

The kid had been feeding me information about Eden for reasons known only to him. I owed him a bonus.

Eden opened her eyes and caught me looking. Her smile widened. “Don’t laugh. It’s so good.”

The corners of my mouth tugged up. “I’m just glad you like it.”

Eden licked the spoon clean and went back for more. I settled onto my forearms as she devoured half the carton. Watching her was almost as good as sex, each lick and suck going straight to my dick. I reminded myself that it was cold out—for a human, anyway—and I hadn’t brought Eden out here to fuck. I’d brought her here to get to know her.

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