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Nothing this good could be wrong.
She stared into Rafe’s face, since he was the one facing her front, and saw he’d been watching her. He seemed happy to do little more than provide comfort. “Rafe?”
“Yes.”
“Will you make love to me again?” She turned her head to look at Max. “And you, of course.”
Rafe kissed her as Max nuzzled her neck. “I thought you’d never ask,” said Rafe with a small chuckle as Max grunted against her neck. She took it for his agreement, which he seemed to be giving enthusiastically.
Chapter 8
The light comingin the window woke Simone from a deep and satisfying sleep. In her eagerness to get them into bed, she’d forgotten to pull the curtains.
What a night.
The sheets smelled of divine sex and her lovers. She rolled over, reaching for them, and found she was alone. A glance at the clock told her she’d overslept. That was no big deal. It was her day off, and Gemma could get herself off to school fine. Still, she liked to get up and make sure she had a decent lunch and a cheery sendoff. Gemma normally woke her. But she hadn’t.
And where were Rafe and Max?
She pulled on her robe and went downstairs. Voices and good smells came from the kitchen, and when she went in, she found Gemma working at her computer on the table while Rafe stood at the stove making pancakes, and Max was beside him frying eggs. “Did you figure out the IP address?”
“That’s the easy part!” She snorted.
“Are you sure?” asked Max.
“Yeah.”
“You made sure it wasn’t a proxy?” asked Rafe.
“Oh, crap. I forgot. Yes, it is.”
“What are you all up to?” Simone asked.
“We’re fixing breakfast, and Gemma is learning how to find the source of anyone hacking her email account,” said Rafe.
“It’s an online self-defense class,” Gemma insisted.
“I thought we might take a few steps toward making important people feel less helpless—think of it as empowerment.” Rafe grinned.
“I see.” Simone shook her head.
Gemma laughed. “No, you don’t. But here is something you will understand. These guys are helping me learn computers, which means they are really cool—enough that I promised to actually eat the lunch Max fixed for me.”
“You fixed her lunch?” She looked at Max with an arched brow.
“Sure. It’s not my first rodeo. I figure I must have made a thousand lunches for Danielle.” He shrugged. “She was going to take a processed-cheese-food sandwich and call it good. I couldn’t let that happen.”
“So now I have to eat ham and cheese and carrot sticks and a yogurt.”
Simone chuckled. “As happy as I am that you’re eating well, I have to ask where that came from.”
Rafe flipped the pancakes. “The store, of course.”
“You went to the store?”
“You didn’t have any baking powder or eggs, so we took a ride.”
“We?”
