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new ‘piderman swimsuit dirty!” The little boy held up his hands, his eyes huge as dinner platters.
    Faith tried, but she couldn’t stop her laughter. Both she and her son were soaking wet, smelled like dog, and were probably dirtier than the darn animal. “Honey, we can… we can… run through the sprinkler to clean it off, okay? Here, stand up next to me. Hold onto Tippy’s collar and help Momma get him soapy.”
    Wrestling to hang on to the energetic dog with one hand, she squatted down behind Reece. She surrounded him with her legs and arms and formed a backstop to keep him from falling into the mud again. They managed to soap up the small black-and-white dog as he licked at their faces with happy abandon.
    “Alright, we’re going to spray him off now. Hold the handle with me and then I will give the hose to you and you can make sure Momma did it right, okay?”
    “’Kay, Momma.” The dog’s thick fur made it nearly impossible to get the soap out and, in short order, Reece lost interest, as she knew he would. He turned in her arms and looked over her shoulder.
    “Momma, does Superman live by us?” Reece’s questions were a constant. Without missing a beat, she answered, “I don’t think he lives in Savannah. Why? Do you want to grow up to be big and strong like Superman?”
    Reece patted her chest with his small hand. Tippy lunged toward the side of the pool, his usually patient personality gone in a split second. Faith braced, catching her lurching dog, and pulled him back into the pool. She was almost done, and darned if Tippy jumping out before she wrapped a beach towel around him was happening.
    Reece put his little hands on her face and cupped her cheeks, forcing her to look at him. “Do you know Superman, Momma?” Faith held onto the dog, which suddenly started acting like it was possessed, lunging toward the edge of the plastic pool barking.
Damn tree squirrels. They were always tormenting poor Tippy.
    Faith flipped her wet hair out of her eyes. Taking a firmer grip on the spray nozzle, she hit the hindquarters of the dog with the stream and struggled to remember her son’s question.
    “Uhhh… Superman? I don’t think so, baby. I know a lot of people, but I don’t think Superman is one of them. Why?”
    Reece pointed behind her. His arm lifted up as he whispered almost in awe, “Superman is behind you, Momma.”
    “Superman’s behind me? Is he wearing a red cape? Do you think he flew here from Metropolis, or maybe he is with the Justice League and Wonder Woman flew him down in her invisible jet?”
    “Actually, I drove here in a rented Escalade and I own my own jet,” a deep bass voice directly behind her replied.
    Faith jerked into a standing position and whipped around. The garden hose in her hand followed, drenching the man, now standing directly in front of her.
    “Oh shit! Sorry! Oh God, I’m so sorry!” Faith pulled the hose away and fumbled with the nozzle, finally getting the thing to turn off. Slowly she looked toward the man she had drowned in a torrent of water. His light gray silk suit was utterly ruined. The thin, wet material clung deliciously to his massive, sculpted body. At five-foot-eleven-inches tall, Faith was by no means a small woman, but this man towered over her. A lock of his black hair curled over his forehead, just like Superman’s. His eyes were clenched shut, but when he opened them, his vivid green gaze seemed to sear right through her. He carefully took off his glasses and held them away from his wet body. Water dripped from his hair and off his nose. His free hand swept the remaining water off his face. He didn’t sweep away the look of utter disbelief.
    “You are Faith Collins?”
    “Yeah, I am. Who are you?”
    The man whipped his hand back, sending droplets of water through the air.
    “My name is Jason King. You really do know how to make a first impression. I’m not saying it was favorable, but I’m sure this is a meeting I’ll never