" She was practically salivating at the concept."I wouldn't believe everything you hear," I cautioned, trying to head off any similar rumors. "First o... all, why would a random police officer do something like that? Secondly, you really can't listen to random rumors—" Jonathon Pride's sister saw it at the Hospital. Apparently she works on the floor you were on and saw the entire thing." I groaned again, no wonder everyone was staring at me lately."Look, it wasn't what it looked like, she did no. The water ran down his body, steam rising from his heated skin. Every part of him was tense, he hadn’t felt like this in years and as he was pushing thirty that was saying something. Aiden braced himself against the shower wall, letting the water stream over his face. So concentrated was he in relaxing that he did not hear the door of his apartment open and shut. He got out, dried off and went in search of clothes. His cock twitched as he walked toward his bedroom, catching sight of her looking. Can be intimate again soon? I really did enjoy it, you know. That was part of what bothered me, was knowing just how much we enjoyed it. Oh, and Becky ... I have something else to confess. Please, Anton ... Lucinda. Let me get this out. Becky ... I’m not your ... adoptive mother. I’m your birth mother. You and Mark are half-sister and half-brother. You were never picked up off the streets ... and you’re not totally black.“Your father ... he was another minister, a married man, too, whom I had a. We flipped them around every couple minutes to keep from burning the bread. We cracked open one Dutch oven at the proper time and checked inside. The parmesan cheese was golden brown and crispy, perfect for our casserole.We set up a serving table and went to work dishing up our food for the pack. Parents and Cubs both complimented us on how nice our casserole looked. We served salad and garlic bread with the chicken tetrazzini. Everyone ate plenty, but there wasn’t a spoonful of casserole left.