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Gene’s reply came not long after.
Gene: Good morning. Why don’t you take it a day at a time before conquering the world?
Amanda bit her lower lip as she read his text.
Amanda: I’ll start easy this morning. Will be at Sanctuary this afternoon.
She hesitated for a second.
Amanda: Why don’t you stop by later for the pie tasting I promised? I owe you another thank you for picking up after my dog.
She added the last part when she noticed her clean backyard, as she was about to pick up after Loki. She always cleaned up after her dog, but the past couple of days she hadn’t exactly been up for the job.
Gene: No problem. Sounds good. I’ll see you then. Please don’t go rambling in the woods without me.
After yesterday’s waste of effort, Amanda knew she wouldn’t find that girl going into the woods without a plan. She needed more clues, but she didn’t have any.
Amanda: Don’t worry. I won’t.
This doesn’t mean I’m giving up. But maybe Gene was right. Maybe the girl was just too late walking home and was terrified she was gonna get grounded.
That was the simpler explanation and usually most likely to be true. At least according to Occam’s razor. But Amanda’s gut said otherwise.
“What can I do about it?” Amanda grumbled and headed into the bathroom.
She turned the shower on and let the water warm up while she checked on her cut. The bruises looked a little scarier, but the wound itself seemed to be healing. She covered it with a large waterproof bandage to keep it dry, as per Gene’s instructions.
Standing under the warm shower, Amanda exhaled a long breath as the water gently massaged her head and shoulders. She lathered shampoo on her long hair and couldn’t help but think about Gene washing the blood from it the other night.
No wonder I forgot Noah.
Once Gene reentered her life, he’d occupied her mind almost completely. Between her worry for the mysterious girl, the accident, and the startling desire Gene unwittingly triggered in her, she had no room to think about anything else in the past thirty-six hours.
Amanda took the bar of soap and rubbed it between her hands when she realized something.
Gene used this soap yesterday.
The silly realization made the pink bar feel different as it glided over her skin, creating a wave of tremors through her body.
Amanda held her breath and froze as the sensation subsided.
Really, Amanda? It’s freaking soap.
But what if she closed her eyes and imagined it was his hand? His strong, capable hand.
She sighed and succumbed to need. Feeling relaxed under the pelting warm water, steam billowing around her, her eyes shuttered. It was too easy to picture Gene in her bathroom, stepping into the bathtub close to her back.
He’d whisper, “You need help washing your back?”
Amanda could only nod and hand him the soap. He would take over the rest, starting on her back, he’d continue around her waist.
Covering her breasts with her hands, Amanda imagined they were Gene’s warm palms, cupping them, his fingers teasing their tips. A moan escaped her lips as pressure built in her lower region. She needed release.
Turning the handheld shower head to the power spray setting, Amanda aimed it strategically to where she wanted, again imagining it was Gene: his hand, his fingers, his mouth.
Amanda’s heart raced as her climax came over her in a rush. She slumped against the wall, flushed and spent.
But the satisfaction felt hollow as she knew whatever this was she had with Gene, it wouldn’t last.
