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in again on a hard thrust, and I give a soft cry and clench
against him. “Look baby.”
    I look up at the soft command, and see our
reflection in the dresser mirror.
    “From that first lick on my damn foot you
gave me the perfect view of this ass. So good.” He squeezes my ass
and I watch him focused on where we’re joined.
    The image is so erotic I feel myself about to
unravel. “Danny,” I whimper.
    “That’s right, Kinley. Take it,” he grunts,
moving a hand around my stomach to circle his fingers around my
clit. I come with a muffled scream, forcing my arms to unlock so
that I can smother the sound in the mattress. Seconds later, Danny
loses his rhythm and I feel his hand on my back, hot as he pulses
inside of me.
    When he pulls out my muscles clench to keep
him with me. Danny’s lips start at the base of my spine and move up
to the nape of my neck, making goose bumps spread over my entire
body. I shiver as he settles beside me, sliding the hair from my
face. “I love you, Kinley.”
    “More than the moon and the stars,” I whisper
as I slide into sleep.

Chapter 6
    “I need you to get me out. I can’t sleep
there again.”
    I look into the haunted eyes of this child
and squeeze her hand tight. “Alright. Is there anything you need
from your house?”
    She shakes her head as her face crumbles. I
catch her against me before she can topple to the floor and smile
slightly at the barista looking on in concern.
    Bending my head, I whisper, “it’s okay.
Everything is going to be just fine.”
    With one hand I pull out my cell phone and
text my organization’s law team. They would get the ball rolling
with the police and Child Protective Services. The first thing we
would have to do is get her into the system so that we could get
her checked out by a physician.
    After I wipe Dominique’s eyes with a napkin,
we detour through the department store to grab her a jacket. The
closer it came to Christmas, the colder it was getting in the
foothills and I had yet to see her in anything but hoodies.
    Once we’re in the car, she asks tentatively,
“where are we going?”
    On the drive I explain to her the laws in
place to protect her, but because she’s a minor we have to go
straight to the hospital to file a report so that her parents
couldn’t force her to leave with them.
    Three hours later I’m talking with the social
worker and police outside of Dominique’s curtained off room.
    “We have enough evidence to place her in
state custody, the only thing is she doesn’t want to go,” Rachel
says with a helpless shrug.
    “What do you mean? She knew that was the only
option,” I say, stepping forward.
    Rachel looks at me with tired eyes. “She says
she wants to talk to you. I’m going to file this.” She nods to the
police officer and walks down the hall. I thank the man, and leave
him to talk to Dominique.
    “Hey, I heard you wanted to talk to me.”
    Her chin trembles as she twists her hands,
the light blue gown tenting over her big stomach. “If you put me
somewhere I just know he’ll find me. He said if I ever told anyone
he would get me and it would be worse. I can’t go back anymore,
please.”
    “Alright. What if I had a place that was
gated with a guard? Protected so that no one could ever get to you.
Would you go there?” I ask, my heart in my throat.
    She nods, looking scared. “What is that
place? It sounds like a prison.”
    I laugh, rubbing the goosebumps on her arms
in the cold sterile room. “My house. When I adopted my son I had to
become a foster parent first. Legally you can stay with me, but
only if that’s what you want.”
    “Yes. I trust you.”
    The worry and doubt of taking this child into
my home disintegrates with her words. I know how hard it is to
trust anyone, and that this girl would give me that gift left me no
alternative. She was coming home.
     
    “Momma!”
    I catch the bundle flying toward me midleap
and spin him around. His laugh launches my own. Bringing him