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His cock yanked every which way, desperate for one word in. “Do me a favor,” he said, his pulse a hammer in his balls.
“Favors now, huh?”
“Just one.”
She gave a dramatic sigh. “What can I do for you?”
He held his breath, closing his eyes. “I want… you to…” Ah fuck. “Enjoy your bath.”
She sputtered out a little laugh. “Well, I think I can manage that. Maybe I’ll call and harass you while I’m at it.”
“During your bath?” he asked, back in the flames.
She was quiet a moment. “Yes,” she dared in a tiny test.
“Do it. I might ask you questions then.”
“Same,” she said, her arousal shaking that one little word as well as his whole world.
“I’ll be waiting.”
“Good. Now I’m not the only one. Later gator.”
CHAPTER THREE
Samuel popped his head up at feeling Maggie’s touch on his shoulder. He spotted the small notebook on the bed, already knowing what it was. He watched as she hurried out the room, their eyes locking just before the room door shut.
He turned to the notebook, a sick dread swimming in his stomach. He glanced at his father and searched for any signs of change in his peaceful face. Finding none, he moved the notebook closer, adjusting his father’s hand in his as he opened the cover.
His breath held at the first picture. A girl. Maybe seven. She seemed familiar. He stared, touching the grooved lines on the paper while waiting for something more to come.
Turning the page, he found what seemed to be the same girl.
He turned the page back, looking for differences. She sat in a ball with both arms covering her head. Not finding any difference, he went on, finding a third drawing of the same girl. Same pose. He flipped and found the same on the next. And the next. He finally stopped when the pictures changed to another girl. Older now. Maybe the same one?
By the time he got to the end of the notebook, he was frustrated with how little he got from any of it. He paused at the last girl, staring at her. He was sure it was Belle Eveque. He stared into the eyes, feeling something. He tilted his head trying to understand what felt obvious. He held up the book now, trying for another angle. Her eyes followed him in each, taunting him with an important secret. Why was she the last picture?
He set the tablet on the bed and laid his head next to it, wrapping his father’s hand in both of his now. The need to hold on to him was strong as ever. Sometimes the urges lessened, and it scared him when that happened. He never stopped except for bathroom breaks. And when he returned, he held him tighter than ever with both hands, stepping up his spiritual warfare.
His phone rang next to him, and he looked. Eveque. He answered with a quiet, “Hey.”
“You want company?”
“Ah. I’m fine.”
“Maybe so, but our Belle Eveque said she wants to come visit.”
Seer straightened a little. “Okay. She said that?”
“Oui,” he said. “Why?”
He shook his head. “Just…I don’t know.”
“How’s your father?”
He glanced at him. “Same.”
“Hope you’re hungry for some of Mah-Mah’s chicken and sausage gumbo she’s loaded us up with food for a week.”
