Breegan got out of there fast, sped past his house and went to his hideout.
He had a nice rest…
…And a nice bath. All he needed now was a little affection.
But Aggie wasn’t having it. She was still in her odd mood, brooding over the dead guy in the yard. He was wondering when this was going to end. So back he went into Domestic God mode.
Playing Otis to sleep…
Using the bed for sleeping… (Where is the fun in THAT!)
Cooking…
Fathering…
A call on his cell phone finally broke the monotony.
It was Zelda. Feeling a little stunned that he didn’t check to see who was calling before answering, he braced himself for one of her usual interrogations. But she simply asked him to come for a visit.
Well, it would be a nice change from the Domestic drudgery. And maybe he could let out some of his pent up anxiety.
He’ll just slip away before she got too chatty again.
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