” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back into him to kiss my neck.“Do you mind being kept my little secret? For me and only me?”“No�...�” I mumbled, pushing back and nuzzling into his shoulder. If we got to stay together, he could keep me in a box in his closet.He dragged me back off the chair fully dressed, draping my arms around his shoulders and dragging me to the galley. Plonking me down on the chair and going to the fridge.“What do you want for breaky?” he asked, rummaging through. With slow, acid words and anger building within I finally asked. “So, if not mine, whose baby? Callan’s baby, the baby you lost all those years ago? A baby for the man who thought he’d never be a father.”Jill just looked down at the ground, unable to meet my gaze. Of course not Callan’s baby. She’d answered that one days ago when she chose to stay in LA. And it wasn’t his ink settling into Jill’s skin right now, or his initials intertwined with Jill’s just below her left breast.Jill never said. I was so stunned, that it took me several minutes before I realized that something was wrong with me. It had been confusing enough to find myself suddenly in someone else's car, but I noticed, almost distanced from all the shock around me, that I seemed to be in someone else's body too. I looked at my hands, seeing how small they looked, noticing a small feminine watch on my wrist, and a nice ring on one of my fingers. Or whoever's fingers they really were. I was so stunned, the full impact. .. hope you don’t mind. There wasn’t much else for me to do after I got back from roaming around out there; so after a coffee and then staring at the ceiling I thought, fuck it; I’m getting into the sack with that Winston. Well ... I just fell asleep too ... so here I am.”Winston let out a chuckle, “Well don’t that beat all little missy; you sure are a cute English cookie ... the way you curse so politely too! You got anything on?”His hand made a cursory run over her torso. “Nearly naked,.