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Raina and Lucas were accosted with hugs that made Raina’s entire face grow warm. Once everyone’s excitement dulled to a relatively normal level, they set up for the card game.
Delilah opened the pack of cards. “Oh, wow,” she said. “It’s a good thing we’re playing Spades and not poker. If one person happened to get all the cards on the bottom of this deck, they would have had a Royal Flush.”
Lucas frowned. “Let me see those?”
He took the cards and sifted through them while Raina chewed on her bottom lip. When he faced her, she shrugged and innocently rolled her eyes.
He returned the cards to Delilah, crossed the room, held both sides of her face, and kissed her all over her face until they were accused of trying to delay the start of the game.
They sat out the first round.
Lucas brought her down onto his lap on one of the patio loveseats and held onto her like he thought she’d fly away if he let go. All the while, he whispered how happy he was to have her.
As he gently nuzzled her neck.
Epilogue
“Hello, ma’am. I got a call about a gas leak?”
Raina tightened her towel. “Yes. I think I smell gas.”
Lucas, in full firefighter get-up, entered the house through the front door. “Where’s it coming from?”
“The kitchen, I think.”
Nodding, he went to the kitchen while she followed, and he made a show of checking for gas near the stove and around the dryer in the adjacent laundry room.
Raina “nervously” chewed on her bottom lip, naked except for the Egyptian cotton wrapped around her. There was no threat of pregnancy, and knowing that they were starting a family meant it was as if they did nothing else these days but remained joined at the pelvis.
“Ma’am?” Sighing, Lucas faced her. “I don’t smell any gas, and I can’t find any leaks.”
“Oh.” Her shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry.”
“We take our jobs very seriously down at the Dick-You-Down Fire Station, Number Nine.”
She choked on a laugh before quickly regaining her composure. “What does that mean?” she asked, feigning innocence.
“It means that every time I come out here, that’s taxpayer dollars, and we have to recoup those funds somehow.”
“Um…I don’t have a ton of money.”
“With all this house?” He motioned around. “Do you really expect me to believe that?”
“Sir, all of my money goes into the house. Are you sure there are no other forms of payment you accept?”
Lucas scratched the back of his head. “Well, back in the eighteen hundreds, we did occasionally accept a different type of currency, and no one has changed the bylaws since.”
“And what’s that?”
“Pussy, ma’am. Now, might you have any here?”
She squared her shoulders. “I might.”
“Is it wet?”
“Do you take dripping wet pussy? It might be a little warm, though.”
