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    I could tell he was about to say something. Not really in the mood for small talk with Kyle Warner, I sat back down on the bed, looked at the talk and quickly stated, “It’s time for her to burp again.”
    Obligingly, he quietly put the bottle down, gently lifted the infant to his shoulder and then commenced to burping the baby.
    “Are you sure you don’t need any help?” I asked half-heartedly.
    Staring at me for a few seconds longer than what was comfortable, he finally nodded yes.
    Taking in a much needed deep breath, I said nonchalantly, “Okay then, I will lie back down. I’ll get the next feeding?”
    “We’ll see,” he stated and then smiled teasingly.
    I was taken aback as I had never seen this side of Kyle. In fact, I didn’t think anyone had ever seen this side of Kyle. It was a bit unnerving.
    “Do you need this on?” I asked, pointing to the lamp.
    “No,” was all he said as he turned his back to me, his fading summer tanned skin glowing in the dim light.
    Shaking my head, it would be very difficult, even with my intellectual mind, to comprehend what I just saw that night. Reaching for the lamp switch, I turned the knob and extinguished the light. After settling in once again under my blanket, I realized that his pillow and blanket were probably still outside.
    Guilt crept up my spine and slapped my conscience causing me to wince in the dark. He had every right to be angry. If I hadn’t been so anxious, I would have realized that technically he was on time. I mean, I didn’t tell him he had to be in the house at nine. Just at my house at nine and technically, he was at my house at nine. Right?
    Why on earth was I trying to defend Kyle Warner?
    Had I completely lost all my senses?
    About a half hour later, I could hear him shuffling about as he placed the baby back into bed and he settled down on the floor. I waited for about ten more minutes and then quietly got out of bed and headed for the front door.
    Removing the chain and unlocking the bolt, I opened the door and peeked outside. I noticed the pillow and blanket on the hammock. Retrieving them, I tiptoed back into my room.
    The outline of his body was just barely noticeable on the floor. Popping open the blanket, I let it fall gently over his large frame. Patting his arm softly in the dark, I found the edge of the blanket and then pulled it up over his shoulder. I walked a broad path around him so as not to step on him or trip myself.
    I got back into bed and eventually got settled.
    “Thanks,” he whispered.
    I couldn’t tell if he said it in his sleep or if he said it because he meant to say it. Either way, it caused butterflies in my stomach and that night, I dreamt of a half-naked Kyle holding a baby.