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And if my niece wasn’t in the backseat, singing to the tunes that were playing, I would fuck her in my Range Rover, her palms flat on the tinted glass, her legs spread wide, riding me in my seat.

“Hey, guys,” she said as she climbed into the passenger side, smiling at me. She immediately turned around to greet Everly. “I’m Kendall.” She stuck out her hand, my niece gently grabbing it. “It’s very nice to meet you. I’ve heard lots of things about you. Your uncle is a bit of a bragger when it comes to you.”

“That’s ’cause I’m his favorite.” My niece giggled. “I’m Everly, but Uncle D calls me Eve sometimes. He says you’re pretty cool.”

“Is that so?” Kendall looked at me. “She’s the cutest.”

“She’s excited about these pancakes.” I pulled away from the curb, the drive only a block from her building.

“Has your uncle told you about all the delicious flavors they have?”

I watched Everly from the rearview mirror as she nodded, the side ponytails bobbing, one several inches higher than the other