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counted
sheep, and drank warm milk without avail. She was finally just beginning to
feel drowsy when her cell phone rang. She tried to ignore it, but was tortured
by the possibility that it might be an emergency. When she heard what Lisa had
to say, she was very close to losing her temper.
    “Now?” she
asked, outraged. “No way, Lisa, go somewhere else….what do you mean you already
asked? Well, tell them…Ok, fine!” She hit the end call button petulantly, and
then sighed. Might as well, she thought, slowly tying up her hair into a
loose knot and slipping into a cowled shirt and shorts.
    Lisa
occasionally had friends over after a night out, especially on a Friday night,
but it usually wasn’t a spur of the moment thing. She made her way into the
kitchen, going into the large pantry to start the coffee machine and set out
mugs. Soon she heard Lisa’s key in the lock.
    “I’m in here, be
with you in a sec!” she called out. She heard a low murmur of voices and after
a moment a step behind her.  She looked up and almost dropped the creamer she
had just taken down from the shelf.
    It was him ,
her heart rejoiced, and the sudden flood of feelings threatened to overcome
her. The pantry was large, but close quarters for two people, and she could
feel his presence all around her in the confined space.  She carefully placed
the container on the countertop next to the coffee machine.
    “Hi,” Nick said,
smiling warmly. “I’m sorry if I startled you. I seem to do that a lot around
you,” he said teasingly.
    “Yes,” she
squeaked, swallowing around her heart, which was thudding painfully in her
throat, it seemed. She tried again. “Yes,” and managed a small smile. “I didn’t
know you knew Lisa.”
    “Just met her
tonight, at the new club,” he said, searching her face. His reaction to her had
nothing to do with her looks, never mind that she was beautiful. The sisters really
were remarkably alike, but he was again aware of the tug he had felt earlier
that day for Christine. The memory caused him to look at her arms, which were
still slightly red and covered with a clear cream. “You did get burnt,” Nick
said, concerned.
    Christine raised
one arm, inspecting the burn. It didn’t even hurt, but the balm would prevent a
boil from forming. She showed it to him. “I’ll live,” she said, smiling. He
leaned closer to get a better look and his head was close enough to smell.
There was a light smell of cigarettes, but underneath was a clean, manly scent.
She breathed in deeply, closing her eyes, and when she opened them again his
face was on a level to hers, kissing distance.
    Kiss me , she thought, mesmerized as she stared
at his lips. Nick watched her eyes dilate and the gold in them seemed to sink
into the light brown as it darkened. He raised a hand to her face, lightly
stroking the line of her jaw and felt her quiver in response, lips parting
slightly. His level of excitement was rising, and he leaned in to taste those
delectable lips, anticipating their taste and softness.
    “Did you guys
die in there?” Lisa called out gaily, and Christine jerked back as if
electrocuted. Nick straightened slowly, grinning ruefully as Christine handed
him the mug-laden tray with a shaky laugh. She took the coffee pot and motioned
for him to go ahead.
    As they stepped
into the living room, Christine saw Kate who was animatedly discussing shoes
with Lisa, and stopped dead. She had completely forgotten about the girlfriend,
and felt her heart plummet to roughly the vicinity of her slippered feet.

Chapter Three
    Kate turned and
twaddled her fingers in a “hi’ya” gesture, not missing a beat in her soliloquy,
so Christine set down the pot on a protective mat on the coffee table and took
the tray from Nick to pour out. Nick looked amused, taking a position in the
doorway to the room. Christine handed him his coffee, not smiling and looking a
little stern. He wondered at the expression.
    He had an
unrestricted view of