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I stare at her and then stuff more into my mouth before I do something stupid like ask her to marry me.
We’ll get there but not because she taunted me with soup.
With her sandwich done, Maggie sits on a stool and takes a bite. “Mm, good. Not as good as my da’s, but it’ll do.”
“It’ll do.” I chuckle and put my plate in the dishwasher. Before I can turn around, Maggie has wrapped herself around me, her face pressed to my back, and her hands clamped together against my stomach. “Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah. I am. I’m great, actually, and I’m really grateful.”
I scowl and pull her hands apart so I can turn and look at her.
“Grateful?”
“I know that Kane or my parents—or any of my family—would have gone down there with me, but I’m relieved that it was you. So, thanks for going with me.”
“Honey, I don’t think even an act of God would have kept me away. Are you going to finish that sandwich?”
She laughs and then shakes her head. “I’m done. You can have it.”
Rather than reach for it, I tip her chin up. “Hey. Seriously, I’m glad I was there. I’m also glad that we’re home, and you can put the hardest stuff behind you.”
“Yeah.” She lets out a breath. “Exactly. I think the trip and the emotion of it all is catching up with me.”
“Do you want to take a shower real quick?”
“Yes, I have airplane smell on me now.” She wrinkles her nose. “And germs. I’ll be quick.”
She kisses my chin and then hurries down the hall.
“I’m going to borrow a T-shirt,” she calls out.
“Take what you need,” I yell back as I finish her sandwich and add her plate to the dishwasher.
I haul the suitcases into the bedroom and quickly unpack mine, separating the laundry and taking the toiletries to the bathroom.
“Is that you?”
“I hope so.” I grin at her as she peels back the shower curtain and gives me a long, slow look from head to toe.
“It’s a little lonely in here.”
“Is that so?” I toe off my shoes. “We don’t want you to be lonely.”
“And my back needs to be washed.”
She disappears again, and I strip out of my clothes, then join her in the shower.
“Hi,” she says with a grin. “Fancy meeting you here.”
“You’re in a fun mood for someone who’s been awake for pretty much twenty-four hours.”
“We should have more fun,” she says and reaches out to grab my ass. “You have a good butt.”
I pour shower gel into my hand and then get to work washing Maggie’s back. “Thanks. You have a good everything.”
“Nah, I have cellulite on my ass.”
I spin her around so I can examine said ass, dragging my soapy hands all over her.
“I see no evidence of this.”
“You’re just not looking very hard.”
“No, I’m looking. Trust me, I’m looking.”
She giggles. I run my hand around to her breasts and tease her nipples.
The giggle turns into a sigh.
“You’re really good with your hands.”
“We’re a little too chatty.”
“You don’t want to talk with me?”
I press my lips to her ear. “I want you so worked up you can’t remember what words are.”
“Oh.”
The water sluices over us, rinsing away the water as I press Maggie’s back against the tile wall.
She yelps from the cold, and then I boost her up and easily slide inside her.
“Oh, God,” she moans. “I never thought shower sex was fun.”
“Why not?” With one hand braced on the tile, I drag my nose up her neck.
“Because it’s cold. And wet.”
“Let’s warm you up.”
It’s fast, and it’s hot, and by the time Maggie’s a quivering mass of orgasmic need, the water has turned cold.
“Come on, let’s get you warm.”
I turn off the tap and reach for a towel, but Maggie just grins.
“I can’t feel my legs. I’d say I’m fine for now.”
I laugh at her, then manage to get us both dry and into bed.
“Can’t keep my eyes open,” she whispers.
“Go to sleep.” I kiss her forehead, and with Mary Margaret wrapped around me, I drift off to sleep with her.
“I have to go meet the hot water heater guy,” Maggie informs me.
“I believe he’s a plumber,” I reply with a laugh and tuck her hair behind her ear. “I’ll drive you home in just a few.”
“I can walk.”
“No need. I have to go see Kane this morning.”
“Are you going to tell him all about what happened yesterday?”
“No, that’s not my story to tell. I’m going to drink his coffee and eat his food. We get together every Friday morning for breakfast.”
“I didn’t know that.” She pauses and looks over at me. “How long have you done that?”
“For years. If I’m in town, we have a standing date. It’s been more regular since I moved into the house and don’t travel for work anymore.”
“That’s kind of cute.”
