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KIM BALDWIN. everything out a lot sooner.” Erin’s hand began to move with more deliberation, skimming over Gable’s breasts and down to the edge of her tangle of curls
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everything out a lot sooner.” Erin’s hand began to move with more deliberation, skimming over Gable’s breasts and down to the edge of her tangle of curls.
“You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” Gable groaned as the heat began to build again between her thighs.
“I certainly do,” Erin said, pinching one of Gable’s nipples back to rigid attention. “You came over for dinner, and I’m helping you work up an appetite.”
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Gable stif ed yet another yawn and tried to focus on the paperwork in front of her. It was an impossible task. Her body bore the complete exhaustion of a weekend of nonstop lovemaking, and her mind could think of nothing but Erin.
She glanced at the clock on the wall. Eleven thirty. They’d been apart less than four hours—she’d left Erin’s about eight so she could detour by her house to change clothes. It felt like an eternity. You arein such serious trouble here. But she couldn’t wipe the smile from her face.
June Dunsmore, the sixtysomething cashier who tended to mother Gable, had noticed immediately that something was different.
“ Someone had a nice weekend,” she commented when Gable showed up an uncharacteristic F fteen minutes late, with bags under her eyes and a jumbo Styrofoam cup of coffee from the gas station across the street.
Gable blushed a deep scarlet and took off past June toward the pharmacy counter in the rear.
“Aha! I knew it!” June’s voice trailed after her. “I want details!”
Fortunately, the place stayed busy all morning, keeping her from further interrogation. But Gable had been largely unable to focus on her work during the brief lulls between prescriptions.
She stretched and stood and stepped to the counter, intending to restock a display of informational brochures. But she had hardly begun the task when her hands stilled and her mind drifted, revisiting the myriad of times she and Erin had come together in the big sleigh bed.
Her body warmed at the memories.
“Penny for your thoughts.” Erin’s voice, enticing and amused, from four feet away abruptly brought her back to the present.
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FORCE OF NATURE
Gable blushed but grinned broadly as she gazed into Erin’s eyes.
She saw the same hungry look of desire she’d seen there all weekend.
“This is torture.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Erin nodded her head with enthusiasm, grinning back at Gable.
“I thought you had training until F ve.”
“The chief had to end the morning session early to take care of some personal business. I’ve got almost an hour. Can you break for lunch?”
“Oh yeah.”
They walked two blocks to the Slice of Heaven café, a popular hangout known for its pie menu—thirty-F ve varieties baked fresh daily by the quartet of elderly sisters who owned the place.
Meriwether wasn’t very big, but the café was always crowded at lunchtime. People came from neighboring counties for one of the specialty pies they could get nowhere else…pies with names like Pennsylvania Dutch shoof y, and mocha java chocolate, and brandied peach custard.
Every table was occupied, and it looked as though everyone was either waiting for their food or had just gotten it. They wouldn’t be sitting down any time soon, and there were no real alternatives within a short drive. They looked at each other with resigned frowns.
“We might be able to get pie and coffee,” Gable apologized.
“I’m not really that hungry,” Erin said. “I just couldn’t wait until tonight to see you.”
“Gable? Want to sit with us?”
Gable and Erin both turned toward the voice. Two women in their thirties waved at them from a table in the near corner. One was an attractive blonde, the other a striking brunette with a vaguely familiar face.
Gable looked at Erin. “Well, we won’t be alone, but…what do you think? The one on the left—the blonde—is Emily FairF eld. She’s the librarian in town.”
Erin shrugged. “Sure. Fine with me.”
They headed over to the table.
“Thanks, Emily,” Gable said as she reached for one empty chair, while Erin took the other, across from her. “Erin Richards, meet Emily FairF eld.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” Emily said.
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