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fallen asleep in the sofa that night with Tuck in my arms,
waiting for his fever to finally go down. I rolled him off me and tiptoed to
the back door to see who was there.

 
    On the other side stood Mary Jane, all
prim and proper, holding a basket of something. She seemed harmless enough, and
she’d practically saved Tuck’s life the night before.

 
    Ash would’ve killed me for it, but I
swung the door open anyway. “Hi, Mary Jane!”

 
    “Marina!” she said, her red lips
spreading into a sweet smile. “I hope it’s okay that I just popped by like
this. I brought Tuck some cookies for when he’s feeling better.”

 
    “Aw, you didn’t have to do that,” I said
as I took the basket from her arm. I took a step back and motioned for her to
come in. “He’s still asleep.”

 
    “Oh, okay,” she whispered. “I’ll try to
keep my voice down.”

 
    “Did you want to look around the place?”
I offered. I felt like I owed her something for helping me.

 
    “If that’s okay?” she bit her lip and
shrugged her shoulders.

 
    “Be my guest,” I replied. I stayed close
behind her, thinking in the back of my mind that at any moment something crazy
was going to happen. But nothing happened. All she did was rattle of story
after story about her grandparents’ house and all the things she did there as a
little girl. I inwardly sighed, relieved that she was seemingly harmless.

 
    “Thanks again for helping me last night,”
I said as we wrapped up the tour.

 
    “Oh, sweetie, anytime,” she said as she
rubbed my arm. “Let me give you my number in case you need anything else. I’m
about an hour away, but I’ll come running if you need anything.”

 
    “Oh, wow, thank you,” I said.

 
    “I just really appreciate how you and
your husband have taken such great care of this home,” she said, her eyes getting
misty. “It really means a lot to me.”

 
    “Of course,” I smiled. I didn’t dare tell
her why I was really there and that it wasn’t our house.

 
    “Where is your husband anyway?” she asked
as she playfully peeked around the room. “I haven’t met the guy yet.”

 
    “He’s at work right now,” I said, leaving
it at that. “He’ll be home later. Maybe we can have you by for supper some
night.”

 
    “I would just love that!” she cried out
as she clasped her manicured hands together. She took a few steps to the door
before turning around. “I forgot to give you my number.”

 
    She reached into her Chanel handbag and
pulled out a scrap of paper and a pen before scribbling down her number for me.

 
    “See you soon!” she waved and smiled and
with that she was gone.

 
    ***

 
    “I’m home,” Ash yelled Friday night as he
came bursting through the door. Six days felt like eternity, and I all week I’d
been dreaming of wrapping myself up in his giant arms the second I saw him
again.

 
    “Daddy’s home!” I cheered as I walked
towards the door with Tuck on my hip.

 
    Ash kissed us both and wrapped his strong
arms around us.

 
    Ash tugged off his leather jacket and sat
it down on the back of a chair before reaching out for Tuck.

 
    “We missed you,” I said as I rubbed his
muscled and tatted arm. Ink- slinged marks with the club’s
emblem and Tuck and I’s initials covered every inch of his upper arms and back.
Joining the club changed him, and in a lot of ways, he felt like he owed his
life to them. He was a latch key kid, abandoned by his father and his mother, a
hardworking single mom, didn’t know the first thing about properly raising
someone like him.

 
    “I need to get Mr. Tucker to bed,” I said
as I reached out for him. “I let him stay up late tonight so he could see you.”

 
    Tuck rubbed his eyes and climbed back
into my arms as I carried him to his bed. When I’d returned, Ash was resting
with his feet up on the scratchy plaid sofa. His tired eyes closed and his
hands folded on his