I stupidly call the single dad living next door in the middle of the night when I hear scratching at my front door. In the middle of my explanation, I realize how ridiculous I sound, so I hang up.
Suddenly, my front door bursts open and he comes in shirtless, with his pajamas slung low on his hips and a baby monitor clipped to his pocket.
He crosses the room and picks me up. I protest, but... He growls and says: "I can't protect you and my daughter in separate houses, so you're coming with me."
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