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of my jacket pocket and wrote my name and number on the old bag. “Look, if you ever need anything, a job, a new attitude, whatever, call me, and I’ll see if I can help. I have four sisters too, and they’re all good babysitters.”
    Anya was playing with the stud in her lip with her tongue. Suddenly I had totally inappropriate thoughts centering around her mouth on my cock and how the cool metal would feel sliding down my length along with her hot tongue. She must have seen the growing lust in my eyes because she abruptly stopped.
    “So if you don’t want a blowjob from me, what do you want as thanks?” she asked.
    Taken aback, for a second, I wasn’t sure how to answer. If I told her the truth, that I didn’t want any thanks, I just wanted her to take care of herself and her son, she’d roll her eyes and wouldn’t believe me. And I did want a blowjob, just not as a thank you. I wanted it of her own free will and that was obviously never going to happen. She did not look like the type to hook up with law enforcement. I zipped the diaper bag and put it over her shoulder. “I want your phone number so I can check on you once you have a chance to replace your phone.”
    She made a face. “Or harass me, you mean. Isn’t that police intimidation or something?”
    Now I was the one rolling my eyes. She was definitely independent and determined to prove she could take care of herself. It was sexy as hell while at the same time totally annoying. “I’m not planning to threaten or blackmail you. I don’t get my kicks from strong-arming helpless women.”
    I knew the use of the word “helpless” would irritate the shit out of her and it did. She blustered.
    “I can just give you a fake number.”
    I smiled at her. “I’ll have to trust you.”
    “That’s just dumb.”
    Maybe to her. But I was good at reading people and she might be suspicious and skeptical and street smart, but I also sensed she lived by her own moral code. “You’re going to want to pay me back. You look like that type.”
    I pulled my phone out and opened a new contact. When I looked at her expectantly, she rattled off a number, her eyes narrowed.
    “If you abuse this number, I’m calling the cops.” Then she realized what she said and abruptly burst out laughing. “Oh, my God, maybe I do need to eat. Now I’m as dumb as you.”
    The sound was so free, so easy, her normally husky voice raising an octave in laughter. It opened up her eyes, relaxed her shoulders, turned her mouth upward. She had luscious lips that were perfect for drawing into my own mouth and sucking on. Time to exit before I became the disgusting asshole who suggested she come home with me for an hour or two.
    “I’m not dumb, but I am definitely a sucker for a damsel in distress. Take care of yourself, Anya, and seriously, call me if you need anything.”
    I was walking away when I heard her say sharply, “I need about a million things. But the forty bucks is a start. Thanks, Kane.”
    Turning, I studied her, her defiant stance, her too thin body, her exhausted eyes, the tight grip she held on her son. “You’re welcome.”
    Then I left, before I got creepy on her and insisted she take my ride and all the money in my bank account so she could keep her son safe, eat a burger the size of her head, and restore her hair to the original blonde it must have been.
    Determined not to be weird, I didn’t even look back until I was shoving through the doors to the parking lot.
    Anya was gone.
     
    The second Kane the Cop, formerly known as Condom Guy, started walking away, I took off in the opposite direction. I was going into the convenience store to buy some supplies and call a cab before he changed his mind and came back. Either for his money or to show more alleged concern. I was too close to losing my shit, and in a thoroughly humiliating way. For a split second there, when he had been staring at me, his expression seeming pretty damn genuine, I had thought I was