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well-rounded men. And
they will age out. Not many people
are willing to take in boys like these. Wyatt House is usually a last resort
before juvie or prison.
    “ You ’ re going to have to break him out of
his shell, Dean, ” Tracey says softly.
    I
take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “ I
know. ”

Chapter 4
    Dean
     
    By the end of breakfast, Logan is one of the crew. After
putting their dishes in the dishwasher, the boys disappear upstairs to finish
getting ready for school, laughing and joking. Logan, at least, seems to fit in
perfectly. Hopefully it will be enough to make him want to stick around. I
scratch my arm and ignore the little voice inside my head that tells me there ’ s an additional reason I want the
Davidson boys to stay. A beautiful, roughly five-foot-four-inch brunette
reason. I get hard just trying not to think about her.
    The doorbell rings and I hear the thumping of
feet.
    “ I ’ ll get it, ” Edgar ’ s voice booms.
    “ Fuck you, I ’ ll get it, ” Eric yells.
    I
can hear them bickering, scuffling, and then … silence.
I glance at Tracey. She shrugs before going back to cleaning up the kitchen. I
turn the corner to see both boys standing in front of the open door. Their
faces are almost comical. I would laugh if the object of last night ’ s wet dream weren ’ t standing there.
    I
scan her up and down. She ’ s dressed nicely — professionally — though a long coat covers most of her. My mouth goes dry as
I focus on her feet. She ’ s got on a pair of red-leather high
heels. They look just like the red fuck-me pumps that I dreamt were digging
into my ass as I … Shit, I need to stop thinking about
that. I know they ’ re
not the same, but they look the same. It ’ s freaky, and I ’ m wondering how in the hell shoes I ’ ve never seen before worked their way into my dreams. I
would have noticed them yesterday if she ’d been wearing them. She wasn ’ t.
    When
I finally stop ogling her long enough to look at her face, she greets me with a
very irritated expression.
    “ Guys, ” I yell. “ Let her in. ”
    “ Hi, ” Edgar says, attempting to switch into his pimp mode.
    “ Hi, ” Kayla answers, obviously not impressed. I approach the
door and shoo them out of the way.
    “ Go get ready for school. ”
    “ Dude, I ’ m trying to get my mack on, ” Edgar protests.
    “ She ’ s way too old. Now go, ” I say, watching as they both run up the stairs to finish
getting their shit together. I turn back around and motion with my hand for her
to come in. “ Hello,
Kayla, ” I say. I realize too late that I sound
as smooth as Edgar.
    “ Mr. Wyatt, ” she says curtly. She ’ s nothing like the woman from my
dream, and yet she ’ s everything like that woman. I really must have been more
of a dick than I thought last night to get this kind of reaction. “ Now, tell me, Mr. Wyatt — ”
    “ Dean, ” I insist.
    She
tilts her head, narrowing her eyes. “ Just how old do you think I am? ”
    “ I don ’ t know. ” I shrug. “ Twenty-four? ” She looks young, but I can also tell she ’ s not new to her job, so my guess can ’ t be far off. She opens her mouth and points her finger at
me briefly before pulling it back into a fist and scowling. She ’ s mad at me. I kinda like it. I should
be more professional than this, but being pissed off makes her lower lip stick
out a little and her nose wrinkle in a really fucking cute way.
    “ I ’ m twenty-seven, ” she answers. “ How
old are you? ”
    “ Twenty-nine. ”
    “ Wow. You ’ re ancient, ” she deadpans.
    We
stand there kind of staring at each other until I hear a throat clear. I turn
to see Tracey looking highly entertained.
    “ Hello. ” She grins before reaching her hand out to Kayla. “ I ’ m Tracey. I guess you can call me the house mom. Or one of
them, anyway. ”
    “ Kayla Brooks. Logan and Matty ’ s social worker, ” Kayla says, reaching out to shake Tracey ’ s hand.
    “ Ah, yes.