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brothers out into the world. Lacey had gathered a bunch of blocks—those cheap cardboard ones that don’t weigh anything—and divided them into colors: yellow, brown, and red.

She’d set them all up in three little piles evenly spaced apart.

As the wolf, I sat behind the other kids. I occasionally made scary growling noises, which scared the shit out of some of them. Some parents with no sense of humor shot me annoyed looks. These were clearly parents who didn’t actually spend time with their kids. Kids loved being scared shitless, hadn’t they ever heard of Halloween?

The piggys stopped at the pile of yellow bricks.

“Do you know how it goes, Toya?” Lacey asked.

“I want to be the smart piggy,” Toya said.

“Okay,” Lacey said, “I’ll do the first one. Wow, this straw looks perfect for my house! I’m going to build my house out of straw! It won’t take long to build, and I can play around instead of working! Yay!”

Toya grinned and pointed a wagging finger at Lacey. “That’s a bad, bad idea, little piggy, because straw isn’t very good at building stuffs, and the big bad wolf is going to blow your house up!”

“Down,” Lacey said.

“Blowwwww your house down!” Toya said.

I hid behind a chair, peeked my head out, and howled.

Geoff and Naomi giggled.

Lacey arranged her blocks into a little house. It wasn’t big enough for her to fit inside it, so she sat behind the house and pulled her knees up against her body, pretending to be inside of it.

I couldn’t stop looking at her, especially since she was showing a lot of thigh. I suddenly felt like one of those cartoon Looney Toon wolves, the ones who would see a woman in a red dress and start making “Aooooga!” noises and having steam shoot out of my ears.

I felt ridiculous to be so into a woman I barely knew. Logically I knew it was just some frustrating combination of factors. It had been too long since I’d really dated anyway. Yes, I’d gotten my dick wet, but I’d never actually laughed together with a woman in over three years. The thought of actually enjoying being with Lacey—and not just in bed—was doing things to me. Confusing things. And then I saw how happy she made Naomi, and it was too much. I could figure these things out logically and try to dismiss them, but the way they manifested inside of me was pure hormones. Pure chemistry. My eyes couldn’t keep themselves off her, and I badly wanted to keep her close to me in any way that I could.

Even if it meant being the big bad wolf. Or Mr. Piggy. Whatever it took, I was determined now to keep Lacey around.

Naomi reached her stack of brown blocks and stared at it in confusion.

“You want me to talk for you?” Lacey asked.

“It’s my turn to build a house,” Naomi said. “You built your house out of straw, Miss Lacey Larsen, I’m not going to listen to you, you lazy little piggy!”

Lacey laughed. “Okay, so what are you going to build your house out of?”

“Brick!” Naomi said.

“No!” Toya shouted. “I’m the brick piggy! You have wood!”

“But I want brick!”

I howled again, and threw a growl in for good measure.

Lacey convinced Naomi that she could build her house out of “mud brick,” which she did, and then Toya built her house out of “real brick.”

Once all the houses were done, Lacey said, “Oh, I’m so glad I have this straw house. You two piggys wasted so much time on your mud brick and brick houses. I’ve just been having a nice rest binge watching Netflix in here while you two wasted all your time workin—”

I ran up past the kids, so fast that a few of them screamed, and I lept into Lacey’s poor little straw house. I completely annihilated it. Those shitty little cardboard bricks flew up into the air. Lacey pretended she was scared, but at some point when all the bricks were falling, and one bonked her harmlessly on the head, our eyes met. She bit her lip, and this time I was the one who fucking looked away.

My stomach was doing that “butterfly” thing, which I didn’t want to call “butterflies” because it sounded like something women got, but if I was only admitting it to myself and to no one else, then yeah, she was giving me fucking butterflies in my stomach. My chest got tighter too, because I was starting to imagine the what-ifs. The happy