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Not possible. I don't just love Abel, I'm obsessed with him. Single white female obsessed. A bitch would have to be stupid or have death on her mind to try and take him away from me. I can get scrappy when I need to.
"I love you the most, my sexy king. This is going to be the best Christmas ever. I think my Grinchy attitude has melted away, thanks to you guys."
Just like that, we're attacked from all sides by Noah, Mara, and Elsie. Smothered in a bear hug to beat all other bear hugs. I hope everyone has a chance in their life to feel loved and truly happy. These are my people. They may be a bit off-kilter and kooky at times, but so am I.
Chapter10
Mara
My eyes flutter open as the result of a wandering hand. Noah, my sweet, sexy, freaking gorgeous fiancé, has roaming hands in the mornings. Anytime really.
The fact that he worked last night only made his need to touch and caress me stronger. I’m not complaining as this is always how he is when he comes home. He told me once that it’s his way of making sure this is real. It broke my heart that he was worried this was all a dream.
It was at least a dream we shared because I felt the same at times.
Rolling over onto my back, I scrub my hands over my face. He turns on the bedside lamp, causing me to squint. Leaning over more, I glance at the clock; it reads 3:00am. “Morning. You okay?”
He is sitting on the bed, still fully dressed, duty belt and all. I raise a hand to his cheek, his gaze taking in everything. “Morning, sweetheart. Yeah, I just missed you.”
I totally melt right there on the spot. I love this man so damn much.
“I missed you too. Did you have a good shift?” I ask, yawning behind my hand. I haven’t been asleep long, but I am so glad to see him that I can’t be mad that I’m awake now.
“Sort of. There was a bad accident out on the highway. And an attempted burglary. I know it’s late—early—I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s okay. I want you to wake me when you come home. Always.” I can see the tightness in his brow. One of the calls tonight is still with him, and that’s okay. I will help him work past it. “We were up late talking and laughing. At your brother nonetheless. It's a miracle my tree is still standing.”
I chuckle remembering Abel’s clumsy dance moves. It isn’t all his fault though. The man had been drinking a little, but that wasn’t why he’d almost landed on his face. Oh no, that had been the furry missile that darted between his legs at the most inopportune time. I’d laughed so hard I’d managed to tinkle on myself. I think Brenna did too, so I don’t feel so bad. Poor Elsie had been slumped over on the couch, holding her stomach, she had laughed so hard.
“Dare I ask what he did this time?”
“Drunk dancing isn’t good for his health.”
Noah chuckles. “I don’t think that is good for anyone's health.”
“True. It was entertaining nonetheless.”
Elsie, dear god, that poor woman had laughed until she was blue in the face from lack of oxygen.
The only thing that would have made it better is Noah being there. But he had to work. I would never make him feel bad for that. He is here now; that’s what matters.
I watch as he leans down, ready to kiss me. My hand moves to block his mouth. I speak, tilting my head away. “Morning breath.” Getting the slip on him, I get out of bed and go to the bathroom. I want to kiss him more than I need air, but not with my butt breathe.
When I come back out, I see him lying across the bed in nothing but his boxers. Just the way I like him. However, he is sound asleep. I move back to the bed, pull the covers up over him, and slip in beside him. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, I snuggle in closer.
I come awakewith a jolt when something hits the bed. The cold nose that is suddenly in my face has my hands coming up as laughter pours from me.
“Hippie, down,” Noah orders, but as usual, when the dog is in crazy mode; he ignores him.
I slide from the bed and have a standoff with the crazy dog. I dodge right, and he follows. It is a game we play a lot. I always lose, but that’s okay.
But I know what will draw his attention from the playful attack. “Want a treat?” He barks, turns, and runs from the room. Still laughing, I hurry to pull on a bra and shorts. Noah’s T-shirt is huge on me, but there is no way I am giving it back.
After a quick stop in the bathroom, I make my way down the hall, my hair now in a messy bun atop my head. The cool air in the house brushes across my clean face, and I let it sink into me.
Hippie is waiting for me in the kitchen, his butt wiggling. Those eyes though, oh they are locked on the cabinet where his treats are. I can see Brenna and Abel out on the patio. My eyes narrow.
I give Hippie his treats, scratch his head, then set him loose onto the unsuspecting turds outside.
