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got it down. I’m also shameless, so I don’t care who hears me. Plus? You really don’t want to piss Roger off. The kiddo has lungs.
    Beside me, Marlee melts the way ice cream on a hot sidewalk goes from a mouth-numbing solid to a liquid puddle of sticky goo. Her fingers twitch, and I know she’s imagining holding Roger.
    “You got kids?” My social skills must be rusty, because she promptly tears up. Fuck. Not like I know what to say, but I don’t even have a Kleenex or shit to offer. I go with the next best thing—I free Roger from his cage and stick him gingerly in Marlee’s arms.
    Her focus narrows to the baby, and although her mix of tears and smiles doesn’t make me feel any better, it seems to work for Roger. Little soldier flirts with her outrageously, smiling and running through his repertoire of noises. From the way Marlee responds, the kiddo must be ad-libbing Plato. We sit there for what seems like ages while she rocks and sings something off-key and cute.
    “You’re good with him.” Complete understatement. I sit there like military surplus, while she gets him to settle down and go to sleep. Usually he keeps us running. Ro says he’ll be a drill sergeant when he grows up. He doesn’t give Marlee any trouble. Kinda looks angelic, too.
    “No kids,” she says eventually. Guess that answers my earlier question.
    “Why not?” It’s none of my business, but it’s easy to imagine Marlee surrounded by a bunch of mini-mes. I’m not a family guy myself, but she’s got Mother of the Year stamped all over her pretty face. That should be a turn off, so I have no idea why it makes me hot. Maybe because being part of Marlee’s family would be like stepping into a fucking fantasy. Marlee cares with everything she’s got—she’s a hundred-and-ten-percenter.
    She doesn’t stop her motion-in-the-ocean rocking. “It just never happened. My husband wasn’t pro-baby, and we never had any interesting accidents, not even when we skipped the condom.”
    My brain tunes out for the rest of the explanation, because thinking about condom and Marlee in the same sentence results in an immediate and epic hard-on. Apparently, she has no idea just how gorgeous she is, because after she drops that little conversational bombshell, she goes straight back to staring at Roger like he’s a demi-god. She hums something under her breath, smoothing the blue blanket over the small body. Sex is clearly the furthest thing from her mind at the moment.
    This is one of those fundamental male-female differences.
    “He didn’t get his swimmers checked out?” Not like any guy wants to go and slap his dick on the table for a doctor to poke at, but you man up. You do what you gotta do to keep your woman happy.
    She makes a face, scrunching up her nose. “I’ve been told guys aren’t big on going to the doctor and slapping their dicks on the table for inspection. Would you do it?”
    Did she really just say that?
    The beet red color of her face promises she did. Huh. I kinda like the idea of Marlee thinking about my dick. Naked. Out there for her inspection. The doctor part I could do without, although it still doesn’t excuse Idiot Ex.
    I shrug. “If something’s broken, you fix it. You ever think about trying now?”
    She looks up from Roger. “It takes two, genius. I’m flying solo at the moment.”
    If her voice got any drier, it would be a desert. Since I do get out of my cave on occasion, I’m well aware that there are knock-you-up services in this country. She could go to a sperm bank. Find a donor. Adopt a ready-made kid. There are options if she can’t or won’t go the traditional penis-in-vagina route. My own dick decides that all this thinking about procreation isn’t half-bad and gets harder.
    But she’s not done with me. “You ever think about it? Having kids?”
    Absolutely. In fact, I’m pretty focused on the making of part right now. Oh wait. That’s not what she meant.
    “Roger’s awesome,” I tell