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Didn’t he trust himself...or maybe he didn’t trust her?

Jet was in a pickle, and had no choice but to take Coco up on that sofa offer.

“Fine,” he said aloud as he trudged back to her front door, the snow and cold wind blasting his face and hands with its bitter sting. He hated nights like this, nights when Mother Nature reminded him of her power, and when memories of his childhood came crashing back. But most of all, he hated that the baby would now be a ward of the state and he would be the one to hand her over.

The irony was too real.

Life sure could stink at times, he thought, but before he was able to ring the bell, Coco swung open the door and handed him that shot of scotch.

“Thanks,” he said, stepping forward.

“I saw you through the window and figured as much,” she said, her voice low and sultry, feet bare, pretty little toes painted a bright pink.

No doubt about it, he was in for it now...