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means I’ve been pulling all kinds of strings behind the scenes to keep you and Emily safe for the past four years.”
     
    Brad paused to let his words sink in as Miriam weighed the truth of what he’d said.
     
    “If any of what you’ve just said is true,” said Miriam, this time in a calmer voice, “then you’re jeopardizing all you’re ‘hard work’ just by being here.”
     
    “I’m offering you a way out of all this,” explained Brad, “go into witness protection and start over with new identities for you and Emily.”
     
    “What?!” exclaimed Miriam in disbelief, “why the hell would I uproot my daughter and I on the word of some two-faced Fed? In fact, just you being in this house puts us both in danger. Get the fuck out, now!”
     
    Brad didn’t reply. He had turned to acknowledge the other occupant of the house.
     
    “I can’t sleep.” said Emily, rubbing her tired eyes.
     
    “I’m sorry, sweetie,” said Miriam, feeling guilty for waking her daughter as she scooped her up carried her back to her room, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
     
    “Who’s that?” Emily asked, peering over Miriam’s shoulder and pointing at Brad.
     
    “Nobody.” replied Miriam, dismissing her daughter’s question.
     
    “Hi ‘nobody’!” Emily waved to the stranger. Brad smiled and waved back as Miriam put Emily back to bed. After shutting the door to Emily’s bedroom, she turned back to Brad looking angrier than before.
     
    “Don’t you dare say another word to her, or come near either of us ever again.” Miriam hissed, keeping her voice low so as not to disturb Emily.
     
    “I knew you wouldn’t last a week in prison,” continued Brad, ignoring Miriam’s demands, “and I knew what the other Seraphim would do to you if they suspected you had a hand in the raid that put them out of the gun-running business. So I crafted rumors that it was the result of a tipoff from one of the Seraphim’s smaller rivals. I wound you up in the bar so you’d believe it, and spent four years maintaining that fiction so you and our daughter could be safe; but I don’t know how long I can keep it up.”
     
    “What makes you think she’s yours?” said Miriam, opting to barb Brad and aim low.
     
    “Because of the night we spent together.” Brad responded, stepping casually into Miriam’s personal space.
     
    “You seem pretty certain,” said Miriam, backing away towards the wall, “given that it was only a one time affair.”
     
    “Plus, she has my eyes.” Brad pointed out, continuing to advance towards Miriam.
     
    “I had a boyfriend before you killed him.”
     
    “You’re just saying that to needle me.” answered Brad, remaining totally unfazed as he finally got Miriam up against the wall.
     
    “No shit,” Miriam hissed back in increasingly nervous frustration, “for the hundredth time, get the fuck out of my house!”
     
    Brad leaned forward and tried to kiss Miriam. She pulled back defensively and grabbed his crotch, making Brad freeze.
     
    “Please don’t make me squeeze.” whispered Miriam, genuinely not wanting to.
     
    The bulge in her hand was pretty sizeable, and she could feel it growing as she held it. The feeling brought up involuntary memories of the times she’d gone to bed with him, including the night Emily had been conceived. Brad leaned forward again, more slowly this time, trying to kiss Miriam a second time.
     
    “Don’t…” Miriam murmured half-heartedly.
     
    Brad’s lips made contact with hers for a fraction of a second before pulling back again, leaving Miriam hungry for more in spite of herself. Her heart was starting to race now. She still hated Brad for what he’d put her through, but she didn’t have to like him to be physically attracted to him. She’d been fantasizing about him barely a quarter of an hour before. Just having him this close to her was making her pussy start to moisten again.
     
    Miriam wrestled with her conflicting needs and