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Aus’s thick cock might just be the answer.

I get out of bed, throw a robe over my naked form, and pad to the kitchen.

Aus is at the kitchen table, back on his laptop. His eyes are wide and the color has drained from his face.

I sit next to him. “Find anything?”

He blinks a few times. “Yeah… I mean, no. Not really. Sort of.”

I scrunch my forehead. “What do you mean?”

He runs his hands through his hair. “I’m trying to gather as much intel as I can about Wick. I…found a subreddit post about him. Sounds like he’s got a reputation for finding girls in vulnerable positions—breakups, death in the family, a lost job—and taking advantage of them.”

“So he’s a creep. We knew that.” I peer over his shoulder to the laptop screen. “Nothing more damning than that?”

“Not yet. But I’ll keep searching.”

Aus looked like he’d just seen a ghost when I walked in. What he just said about Wick is unsettling, but it doesn’t warrant the look on his face.

He’s not telling me something.

Could be nothing. Maybe he got some shocking news about something personal he doesn’t feel comfortable sharing.

“What about that other woman? Ausha? Have you found out anything else about her?”

Aus swallows. “No… No. Nothing more on her. She’s been scrubbed off the face of the internet.”

“Maybe we could go to the library, look at old newspapers. It would be easy to get a woman’s name off the internet if you know the right people. But removing every print copy would be a whole other story.”

“Yeah. Maybe that’s a good idea.” He frowns. “Could be a dead end.”

“Still, it’s something.” I kiss the top of his head. “At this point, I’m willing to pursue everything that might help.”

“Of course, hon.”

“And no social media, no nothing?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing at all.” He keeps staring at the computer until⁠—

He nearly jumps out of his seat when the doorbell rings.

I narrow my eyes. “Who’s that?”

He pulls out his phone, looks at it. His muscles relax. “I… I ordered breakfast. Didn’t feel like cooking. Can you get the door?”

“Sure.” I look through the peephole before opening. No one. I open the door. A plastic bag with a smiley face on it filled with to-go containers sits on the porch. I bring it inside and start unpacking. “Oh my God. Pancakes again!”

“I hope that’s a good thing.”

“It certainly is.” I rub my stomach. “It was sweet of you to order breakfast.”

He nods. “There should be eggs, bacon, and potatoes, too. And whipped cream and strawberry syrup for the pancakes.”

I look through the bag. “I see the eggs and bacon. Potatoes, too. But no whipped cream or syrup.”

“Damn it.” Aus whips his phone out. “I paid extra for that.”

“Do you want me to plate what we have?”