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“And you...make me coffee. And if that’s not another word for happy we need to change the thesaurus.” He pulled her even closer and she was grateful for the sudden influx of male body warmth. It couldn’t have been more than fifty out this morning, which was great jeans-and-sweater weather and terrible “nothing but a bathrobe and boots” weather.
“So...” she said. “How is the dick this morning?”
“Needs a good rub down with sandpaper and a fresh coat of wax.”
“That sounds painful.”
“Oh...you didn’t say ‘deck,’ did you?”
“You’re ri-deck-ulous,” she said. Erick groaned and buried his head against her shoulder.
“I fucked a woman last night who makes puns.” He sighed. “What was I thinking?”
“Hmm...if you were thinking what I was thinking, you weren’t thinking.”
He lifted his head and her heart caught in her chest at the sight of his grin.
“Oh, yeah...that is what I wasn’t thinking.”
“I’m going to go in and make a little breakfast. Can you stay and eat or do you have to get to another job?”
“I’m due in Welches at ten but I can probably eat something quick. Do you cook?”
“Not much, but I can do eggs and frozen waffles. And yes, I know to unfreeze them.”
“Sounds perfect. I’ll teach you how to fry buffalo bacon this week. We can have it at Thanksgiving.”
Her head fell back and she exhaled a moan.
“I forgot. I am hosting Thanksgiving this week. Why do I let my family talk me into this stuff?”
“Because you’re too nice for your own good. But don’t worry. After a few days with me, you’ll be as ornery as I am. Or better—as ornery as Ruthie.”
“I would kill to have half her spirit and guts.”
“You seduced me in three hours. You have more spirit than you realize.”
“I seduced you?”
“Completely. And you’re doing it again.” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her with a warm coffee kiss. She loved the taste of his tongue and the heat of his mouth. Part of her wished she’d been doing this sort of thing for years. A bigger part of her was glad that she’d waited until Erick to find out how much fun it was to make out in the morning because you just can’t wait until dark.
“Breakfast,” she said, pulling back from the kiss. “Ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes,” he said with a little salute. “I’ll just be over here minding my deck.”
“It’s my deck,” she reminded him as she walked back toward the house.
“This week it sure as hell is,” he called after her.
Clover felt good. Good enough to whistle as she cracked eggs into a bowl, put waffles in her toaster, poured orange juice into glasses. If this was how good she felt after having sex once, how good would she feel after the second time? The third time? Surely there was some law of diminishing returns, otherwise after ten
times with Erick she’d probably have to be restrained for her own safety until she came down off the sex high. But she was determined to enjoy it while it lasted. After all, who knew what would happen after Thanksgiving? She didn’t even know what to tell PNW Garden Supply about their offer yet. Her life would seriously change if she said yes to it. She’d have a lot of money, yes. But she’d have to pay a lot of taxes on that money, too. She’d be able to quit working for a couple years, but the nursery closed down, anyway, from the end of November to the end of February. And those were the longest, dullest months of her year every year. If she couldn’t work all year, she’d go out of her mind with boredom. Unless...unless she had something to distract her from her boredom. Like a real boyfriend. Not a fake one just for Thanksgiving. But a real relationship that would let her make up for a lot of lost time... That was tempting...very tempting...
Clover rolled her eyes at herself. One night with Erick and she was already planning their entire life together. Not good. She needed to roll back her expectations. Erick had agreed to play boyfriend through Thanksgiving. On Friday after her family left they’d have a nice long talk about whether they wanted to keep doing this on a more permanent basis. And if he said no, she would be okay. She’d miss him probably. She’d already kind of gotten used to having him around. Still, he had a daughter and he had a business and he might not be looking for anything serious. These things happened. Not the end of the world.
But maybe he’d say yes to a real relationship. And maybe they’d start working their way down that long list of all the different kinds of sex she needed to have...
Clover had just put the scrambled eggs onto the plates when her phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. She glanced at the number—Dad. Oh, goody.
