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KIM BALDWIN. Erin’s hair was sleep-tousled, and she looked even more delicately petite than usual, swallowed whole by Gable’s plush f eece bathrobe
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Erin’s hair was sleep-tousled, and she looked even more delicately petite than usual, swallowed whole by Gable’s plush f eece bathrobe.
Earl Grey was perched on one shoulder.
When he spotted a new furry mouse Gable had given him the night before, he jumped down and set off on a hunting expedition. He pounced on the toy and batted it high into the air, purring loudly as it rattled.
Gable smiled and patted the couch beside her. “You’re up early.”
Erin settled next to her and kissed her on the cheek. “Very funny.”
“Well, nine thirty is pretty early for you,” Gable teased. “Want some coffee?”
“Oh, bless you. Yes, please.”
Gable went to the kitchen and poured herself another cup—black, and doctored Erin’s the way she liked it.
“What time did you get up?” Erin gratefully accepted the steaming mug, curling her hands around it to warm them.
“Oh, a while ago.”
“That means a couple of hours at least. I’ll never understand why you get up at the crack of dawn when you don’t have to.” Erin yawned again, and stretched like a contented cat.
“I’m a morning person, I guess. I love this time of day, when everything is just waking up. Seeing what critters are out and about.
Going over in my head what I’m going to do that day.”
“I prefer to remain in bed every single solitary second I can.”
Erin rested her head against Gable’s shoulder. “Although it would be eminently more fun if you lingered there with me.” She sighed a long, dramatic sigh, which got her a poke in the ribs from Gable.
“I know what happens when I linger in bed with you. We never leave the bedroom all day.”
“And you’re complaining about that?” Erin pulled back to look at her with mock horror.
Gable laughed. “Never.” She put her arm around Erin and nuzzled her neck. “Although sometimes I need a little recovery time, like after last night. By the way, have I told you lately how incredible you are in bed?”
“Same back atcha, Hot Stuff.” Erin closed her eyes and arched her neck to encourage Gable’s gentle kisses.
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FORCE OF NATURE
She took advantage of the invitation and kissed, licked and nipped her way from Erin’s earlobe, down her neck, along her collarbone, to the valley between her breasts.
“Mmm, that feels soooo nice,” Erin said in a low throaty voice, running her hand through Gable’s hair. “Are you sure you don’t want to linger a while in that big ol’ comfy bed of yours?”
Gable worked her way back up to Erin’s neck, and then her cheek, and F nally kissed her softly on the lips. “Well, I might could be persuaded …” she drawled slowly in the rich Southern accent she’d had as a child. “You are impossible to resist.” She dipped her head to nuzzle again at Erin’s neck. “We just have to remember to give ourselves plenty of time to get ready for the wedding this afternoon.”
Two of their friends from the squad were getting married, and all the F reF ghters had been invited.
Gable felt Erin stiffen. She drew back to look at her, but Erin wouldn’t meet her eyes.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that, Gable. I’m not going.”
“Not going? Why not?”
“I’m just not.” Erin shrugged. “I’m not into weddings.”
“But it’s not going to be a long service. Or a big one. They only invited their families and a few friends. We can skip the reception if you like.”
“You can go, Gable,” Erin said, still not looking her. “Just tell Billy and Therese I didn’t feel well.”
“I don’t really want to lie to them, Erin,” Gable said. “Why didn’t you tell them…and me, earlier, that you didn’t want to go? It doesn’t sound like this is something you only decided this morning.”
“I just don’t want to go. It’s not that big a deal,” Erin snapped, clearly annoyed. She got to her feet. “I’m going to take a shower and get dressed. I’ve got some errands to run today.”
“Erin, wait…” Gable started to protest, mystiF ed by the sudden chill in the air. What just happened? But Erin was gone, back into the bedroom without a look back.
The atmosphere thawed only slightly when Erin reemerged F fteen minutes later, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. She found Gable in the kitchen, stacking pancakes on a plate.
The table was set for two.
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