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Her round ass pressed against my hard cock, making both of us groan.

My hands moved over her then—teasing over her breasts, over her stomach, between her legs.

She sparked at the touch. She always did.

It wasn’t long until her hips were riding my hand, until her whimpers were filling the shower niche, and she was reaching back to stroke my cock.

“Fuck me,” she demanded.

And I couldn’t turn down that invitation, could I?

I slammed deep inside her, taking a moment to enjoy the sensation of her hot, tight walls, before the need to move overtook us both and I was fucking her—fast and deep, the sounds of our bodies crashing together filling the bathroom almost as fully as Runa’s moans.

There wasn’t time to try to beat our record—not with an impatient Denali one floor below—but she came twice around my cock before I settled deep and came hard enough for me to need to slap my hand into the shower wall when my legs went weak.

I slid out of her afterward, turning her, and sealing my lips to hers for a long couple of minutes.

“Any requests, aside from the coffee?” I asked as I quickly soaped up, then moved under the spray to rinse off.

“The makings for s’mores? There’s a great fire pit out back. That’s one childhood staple Denny hasn’t experienced yet.”

With my mental list, my phone for navigation—though with how flat this area was, I was pretty sure I could see the town from miles off—Denali and I set out to town to get supplies.

“Oh! Is that Runa’s little girl?” the cashier asked as soon as we secured a normal cart and a mini one for Denali, who shoved all three of her stuffed animals inside and moved into the store at my side.

Maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised by that. Runa told me that Greg said her grandfather had been bragging about his great-granddaughter all over town. He might even have had some pictures to bring with him. But he couldn’t have had an updated one. Right?

So much about the private investigators or… whoever he hired just wasn’t making any sense to me.

But I hadn’t had much time alone with my thoughts to try to sort it out.

“Denali, right?” the woman with her perfectly curled crop of white hair asked, her blue eyes bright and warm in her wrinkled face.

Denali looked at me, taking a step closer, uncertain.

“It is,” I confirmed, not wanting to lie to people in such a small town.

“Oh, you are just the prettiest little girl,” the woman declared. “Reminds me so much of your mama when she was little. Is she here with you?” she asked, looking around.

“No. No, she hung back. She had a lot of… ruminating to do.”

The woman’s face went sad as she gave me a nod.

“Yeah, I’ll bet she does. Well, I won’t keep you from your shopping. But tell Runa we would love to see her in town when she’s feeling less tender.”

“I will. It’s nice to meet you…”

“Barb.”

“Barb. I’m York,” I told her.

“Daddy? Can I get one?” Denali asked, pointing toward—of all things—a cantaloupe.

“Sure, princess.”

Barb’s brow lifted at the title, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Runa’s grandfather had mentioned that I wasn’t in the picture.

The grocery store wasn’t busy, but we barely managed to go down a single aisle without someone stopping us to say hello, to offer their sympathies, to beg me to tell Runa they said hello.