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three kids. Now I just leave the door unlocked. If she shows up, great, if not, I enjoy a peaceful morning without her crazy stories.
    Not this morning. “Bits!! Get out of there!!” He’s ass deep in a trashcan that was in the cabinet under the sink.
    He backed his little piglet truck up with wags and wiggles, that made me laugh too hard to sound convincing with my disciplines. His snout is covered in mayonnaise from one of the salads, or maybe a half eaten burger. Who knows.
    I shooed him back, “Bad Bacon Bits!! You stay out of the garbage!” I began scooping scattered garbage back in the can while trying to fight off a stubborn hungry piglet. “Stop! Bad Bits! Get out of here! Oh you’re a mess!!”
    Just then large working mans hands appeared and scooped up the messy piglet. “I guess I should have warned your mother what a menace you little pigs can be.”
    “He just ate!! Can you put him in the sink please? Now he needs a bath.” I complained shoving the trash bucket back under the sink.
    “I think the shower is a better idea. Do you have some old towels to use on him?”
    “Not really, just use the ones that are in there.” I got a quick glance at his butt before he left with Bits. Nice. I bet you could bounce a quarter off it.
     
    Once the floor and the piglet were clean Wrangler began unpacking grocery bags and hunting down pans in the kitchen. I showed him the basics before taking my fresh cup of coffee to the other side of the bar to watch.
    He grabbed his hat and slid it across the bar to me. “Hang that on the back of your chair.” I watched him fix his hair into a neater ponytail. He caught me with those incredible silver eyes, “What?”
    “Nothing.” I looked away long enough to hang his hat.
    “You were staring.”
    “I’m not used to being on this side of my kitchen.”
    “The boyfriend doesn’t cook for you?”
    “No, ‘the boyfriend’ doesn’t cook. He prefers restaurants to home cooking.”
    “Which do you prefer?”
    “I’m the home barbecue kind of girl. I like screaming kids, family yelling at each other, either in argument or over some crazy story. I live for days like yesterday.” I didn’t realize how true that statement was until I said it out loud. I also know what I need to do about Jackson now.
    “Do you want a large family of your own?” Wrangler’s warm voice brought me back to the present.
    I shrugged. All these personal questions with someone I barely know should be more unnerving, but I like talking to him. Wrangler doesn’t look like the kind of guy people spend hours chatting it up with.
    “That’s a yes. What’s Jackson say?”
    “Maybe in a few years. Typical guy, he wants to wait.”
    “Is that what turns you on? A typical guy?”
    “You’re fishing.”
    “I am. You don’t look happy Cookie. Not today. Yesterday you had a sparkle in your eyes. A confident shine I found impossible to resist. This morning you’re still beautiful, but your luster is gone. It’s gone from your voice too. What happened since we spoke last night?”
    I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, “Are you spying on me?”
    “No. Why would I do that?”
    “How did you know something happened?”
    “I didn’t, you just confirmed it. I suspected something happened because you aren’t glowing. Something stole your sparkle. Was it Jerry?”
    “Jerry? You mean Jackson?”
    “Whatever. Am I right? Was it Jason?” He started cracking eggs into a pan.
    “Fine. You’re right. What are you? Some kind of Native American psychic?”
    “One quarter Cherokee, and no, I’m not a psychic, but I do have impeccable instincts. Right now my instincts are telling me something is bothering you. Here.” He slid me a bowl of fruit he’d been washing and slicing while we talked.
    I picked up a strawberry and turned it over in my fingers. “Cherokee. That’s pretty cool.”
    “Stop avoiding the question. What did Jason do to piss you off this morning?”
    I sneered