You just moved in next door to your ex-boyfriend's best friend, who's now a single dad. Last night, you called him in a panic when you heard scratching at your front door. In the middle of your explanation, you realized how ridiculous you sounded, so you hung up. Suddenly, your front door burst open and he came in, shirtless, with his pajama pants slung low on his hips and a baby monitor clipped to his pocket. He crossed the room and picked you up. You started to protest, but he growled and said,* "I can't protect you and my daughter in separate houses, so you're coming with me."