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first couple of times you get covered, you tend to forget what it's like to have clean clothes."
    Jason laughed again. He already knew what that was like. His son had had a damn habit of spraying him just about every time Jason tried to change his nappy in the beginning. Jason and Alex had learned pretty quickly how to adjust for that.
    He took the pies and closed the freezer. Jason turned on the oven, placed the frozen pies on a tray and waited for the oven to preheat.
    He chatted with Rick and watched as Charlie greedily gobbled down her lunch, chattering away at her daddy the whole time. She was getting so big, almost seventeen months old now. As soon as the oven was up to temp, he placed the tray inside and set the timer.
    He was already hungry, but he would wait the required forty-five minutes to get his hands on the pie. As far as he was concerned, there was nothing better than a good pie with sauce, no matter how hot the day outside, and today was another scorcher.
    They didn't have air-conditioning in the house. It wasn't often that they needed it. Instead, on days like today they had all the window and doors open in the hopes that any breeze might flow through and cool the place down. The fans were also on high trying desperately to circulate the air.
    Jason decided to head to his office to get a little work done while lunch was cooking. He said goodbye to Rick and kissed Charlie on the head on his way out. Charlie squealed at him, and cried out "Unca".
    Jason grinned broadly at Charlie and gave her a pat as he left the kitchen. He made his way through the house, thankful the dust and debris that had been prominent in the early stages of the additions had nearly all disappeared. He could hear men at work upstairs. There was the sound of hammers banging, saws cutting, and men swearing a blue streak.
    Just as Jason turned the corner, he jumped, having to bite back a scream as he came face to face with one of the workers.
    His heart beat wildly in his chest. He hadn't expected to find anyone down this passage. He looked at the guy and narrowed his eyebrows. Why was this man here? There wasn't any construction taking place.
    The man leered at him, looking Jason over from top to toe, lingering in the region of Jason's crotch. Jason shook inwardly.
    The guy was middle-aged and sported a large beer gut. He had a patchy, scraggly beard, which had caught some sort of food in its clutches. Sweat stained the guy's singlet, which strained to cover the large gut, and shorts. Hair stuck out from every opening of his clothes from his chest to arms and legs.
    "What are you doing down here?" Jason asked, annoyance lacing his tone.
    "No need to get your panties in a twist, princess, I was just having a look around on me break."
    "I'm not a princess," Jason said, pissed at the gall of this man. "And you would do well to stay to the portion of the house you're being paid to work in."
    "Why would I do that when the pretty things are all down here?" The man took a step forward, crowding Jason.
    He backed up as far as he could, but the man just kept coming and cornered him against the wall. Jason shuddered in revulsion as the guy reached out and ran one of his grubby, callused hands down Jason's cheek. After everything he'd been through with Hank Bishop, there was no way Jason was going to be a victim to yet another asshole.
    Jason kneed him in the nuts and shoved him as hard as he could. The guy being so much bigger than Jason didn't go very far, but he did move. He grunted and doubled over, wheezing as he breathed through the pain of having a knee slam into his family jewels.
    "Touch me again, asshole, and my partner will happily castrate you," Jason growled through clenched teeth.
    "You okay, sweetheart?" Alex's worried voice came through their link.
    "Fine. Just some dickhead tradie thinking he can cop a feel."
    Alex's deep growl made Jason grin. He knew his mate wouldn't put up with anyone treating Jason as less than he was.
    "I'll