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Hildy?”
    “Hildy?”
    Oh, shit. His nickname for his goddess just slipped out.
    “Sorry. Um,” Now how to extract his foot? Might as well be
honest. “This afternoon, I thought of you as Brunhilde the Norse Goddess. Hildy
just kind of fits you.”
    “Interesting. My name’s Haley.”
    “Thank you, Haley. I’ll try not to call you Hildy again.”
    “As you wish.” She shrugged. “And will you be Mud Foot?”
    “Dylan. Dylan Thomas Gomez. And yes, before you ask, my mom
is a poet. I ate up his poetry with my pabulum.”
    “Makes sense to me.” Haley grinned at him. “I’ll have your
steak ready in a few. Join me in the kitchen when you’re ready.”
    “Smug as a cat in the cream,” he said to his grinning
reflection in the bathroom’s mirror. He saw the chunk of plastic funky earring
had been removed from the top of his ear. Idly, he wondered what it had been.
    Dylan looked around the room and realized nothing in the
room indicated even a casual male presence. With a mirrored tray covered with
partially filled bottles of various perfumes to the thick flowered towels,
fruity scented shampoo and liquid soap, the bathroom was definitely a girly
girl’s haven. She had obviously bought the guy-type bar soap and unscented
shaving cream for him when she bought the jeans, t-shirt and other things. He
tore off tags and ripped open packages of socks and his choice of boxers or
briefs. A quick check proved even the tennis shoes were the right size.
    What a woman. She knew how to coddle a man in addition to
being sexier than a real-life pinup.
    He held the briefs in one hand while he checked the aching
place in his thigh. He didn’t know if Haley or someone else had treated him,
but he was pleased the bullet hole seemed to be healing cleanly.
    His hand drifted to his cock.
    His shaft wanted satisfaction again. Now. “Too damn bad,” he
snarled as he jerked on the briefs. “You’re just going to have to wait until I
get something to eat.
    After he finished dressing, he walked into the kitchen to
see Hildy—Haley, he had to remember her name—using a pair of long-handled tongs
to lift a steak from the oven’s broiler and set it on a plate she held with an
oven mitt. She dropped the tongs in the sink, then carried the plate to set it
on a quilted placemat where a smaller plate held a baked potato and a shallow
bowl held a large, crisp salad.
    “Hi, Dylan. Just in time. Help yourself.” This time instead
of soothing him, her voice made his shaft twitch.
    He thought how great she sounded moaning his name, inviting
him to help himself to her body. Stop it. You’re more than a dick. He
focused on how damn long it had been since a woman took the time to cook for
him. He’d almost forgotten the enjoyment of having a meal in the company of a
beautiful woman. He marveled again at Haley’s thoughtfulness. He’d spent too
much time with evil. Being in Haley’s home was a small slice of heaven. Haley
was an angel for giving him a small measure of peace in the horror that had
been his life recently.
    Hastily, he blinked his stinging eyes, almost convincing
himself his eyes were watering because of the pepper Haley was grinding over
his salad. He managed to pick up the knife and fork beside the plate. “Thanks.
It smells and looks great.”
    The knife slid through the steak like butter. The juices
spilled from it. He took firm control over himself to not bury his mouth in the
meat but be civilized and carry the bite to his mouth on the fork. He ignored
the weird way his teeth felt and concentrated on not biting his tongue.
    By the time he finished the meal, his stomach had settled
down although his damn cock throbbed painfully against his zipper.
    “Feeling better?”
    “Yes, thank you. Oh, and thank you for taking that chunk of
plastic out of my ear. I assume you did it?”
    “Yes. You’re welcome.” She quickly cleaned his dishes and
added them to the ones in the dishwasher.
    “Now,” she turned the laptop