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one boob, I observed the small room with curiosities running wild. I switched him over and found myself regarding another wall of the room, near the door.
    On the mirror of his dresser were pictures and short, ripped out articles of Stenton’s successes. I even noticed one of a girl tucked under his arm, wearing a smile marginally brighter than his there. I wondered if that was his girlfriend, his first love. I yawned, pondering what it would have been like to be Stenton’s first love back then…if I were his age of course. Would he have been as taciturn as he is at thirty-one? Would he have been more inclined to be together? Did he hold hands back then, write notes, go out on dates? Did he open doors, dry hump, or sneak into windows late at night. That’s what I would have had him do. I could hardly resist Stenton now, I could only imagine at what level my audacity would have been then.  
    I don’t know what jostled me from my sleep, but my eyes snapped opened. It dawned on me just how exhausted I’d been from Jordan’s late night conversations. My eyes instinctively diverted to the door once I realized where I was. Stenton stood there, resting his tall frame in the doorway. Clearly oversized for the space, his legs stretched wide to accommodate his height. He looked pained, troubled. Then I recognized the slant in his eyes. I raked down his length and immediately caught his unabashed erection. It was eerily long and thick against his thigh.
    What caused that reaction out of him?
    Then my eyes roved to my exposed breast inside of Jordan’s slacked mouth. I observed it long enough to catch his intermittent suckling that wasn’t feeding, it was pacifying. I didn’t allow Jordan to use my breasts as a pacifier. That wasn’t healthy. Softly, I pulled back from him without stirring him, hooked and tucked myself inside of my blouse.
    “I’m sorry,” I murmured, unable to look him in the eye.
    “Don’t be,” he returned at equal volume.
    I positioned Jordan over my shoulder to burp him, still avoiding Stenton’s eyes. I knew this would take a while since he was in a deep sleep.
    “I didn’t know you two would be here. We could have come together.”
    “We’re on a Sarah Barrett assignment. I think our mission has been accomplished.” I smiled.
    “You’re leaving?” there was alarm in his baritone.
    “Yeah, probably should. You know how your uncle’s timer of hospitality works.”
    Stenton snickered. “Nah, I think you two did good. I haven’t seen him this jolly since he hit the Pick 6 in ’92.”
    “You know me. I light the fire in everyone’s eyes with my infectious sense of humor,” I added wryly while searching the baby bag for a burping cloth.
    Things got quiet. I glanced up to find Stenton’s fixated gaze on me. It was intense, searing. The depth of emotion in his marbled eyes could strangle me. I didn’t understand it though.
    “So, you and Erika finally, huhn?” my tone feigned cheerfulness.
    I’d watched and read the countless reports of their official announcement of formally dating. Formally dating… What did that mean? According to Stenton when we first met, for him and Erika Erceg it meant a manufactured relationship. But for Erika it meant she’d gotten what she’d wanted for years. I was still baffled by what Stenton had to gain by it, though.
    “Zo—” he started.
    “That’s your business life, right? Don’t worry about it. You like your privacy and I respect it. It was a simple reference to Mr. Google, not your real life, right?” My tone was even.
    I didn’t want him to feel like he did anything wrong when he moved on. Stenton had been generous to Jordan and me. I should have had no complaints. These are things I said to myself as I packed up our things and secured Jordan over my shoulder before standing.
    “Sarah Barrett made your uncle banana bread. If you’re kind he’ll share one piece with you. Just keep your shoes on,” I advised.
    Stenton’s face