didn’t like being cornered. “Let me think about it.”
“I’ll get you one of these days,” he promised. When they reached his gallery, he waved his hand and sauntered off.
“I’m going to kill that guy,” muttered Nick as he grabbed her hand and marched her along. “Ruined the whole day with his nonstop talking. I should’ve put a masking tape on his mouth.”
A giggle escaped her lips. “You can’t possibly be that rude, and it wasn’t really his fault. It was just a bad day.”
“The fish could probably hear him from a mile off,” he grumbled. “I’m never going with him again. The man all but single-handedly destroying any prospect of catching fish, and the ones that we did catch were so small that we had to throw them back in. Why did he even bother to tell us to join him for fishing if all he wanted to do was talk?”
She rubbed her hand over his back, a little amused at his consternation. Men seemed to take fishing a bit too seriously. As far as she was concerned, it was a perfectly pleasant day. They had a lovely time together, shared a wonderful picnic lunch, and enjoyed the brisk breeze. Of course, it would have been nice if they had actually caught something, but that didn’t sting her as much as it hurt Nick who appeared to take it as a personal affront.
“He is lonely and wants to have friends.” Gabby could see into a person’s heart far more clearly than Nick. The hardships she faced during her childhood and well into her adulthood made her more sympathetic and attuned to judging others.
“Of course, he has friends.”
“Hardly,” she said. “The people he hangs out with are all artist types and he likes them, but they are not his buddies. Maybe we should invite him over for dinner one day.”
He shrugged. “Alright, if that’s what you want. He is harmless enough.”
The normalcy of her conversation with Nick, the sheer joy of doing something as ordinary as being able to invite a friend over for dinner, overwhelmed Gabby at the oddest of times. She just couldn’t get over the freedom she enjoyed and the simple life that she lived. For years, she believed that she didn’t deserve it, that she would never have it, and now it was a gift that she cherished with all her heart. When they reached the door of their house, Nick opened the door and they strode in.
Home sweet home.
This was also another long cherished dream that somehow came true. During her years of enslavement, she never dared to imagine that one day she would share a house with another person. Whenever she entered this place, Gabby was filled with a sense of happiness that lifted her spirit. If she ever had to leave this life and Nick, she would be devastated.
The thought was enough to make her tremble, but she pushed it away. Gabby was determined to live in the moment. Nothing else mattered except her happiness with Nick, and she wouldn’t let her doubts ruin it.
After stowing the gear in his shed outside, Nick came back in. She was fiddling with the pots and pans in the kitchen. “I’d planned to cook the fish, but since we don’t have any, I’m going to make chicken.” She ignored his groan as he sauntered forward. “And maybe we could have pecan pie with it.”
Encircling her waist with his arms, he nuzzled against her neck. She bathed in the glory of his love. It felt wonderful. It felt divine. When she turned in his arms, and their lips fused together, her fingers speared through his silky hair. This felt good. Their tongues twisted in an erotic dance that lasted for a long time. She tasted the recesses of his mouth as if she explored them for the first time. Passion stirred in her nerves.
He raised his head and glanced at her. His green eyes glittered like jewels. “Bedroom first.”
She laughed. “And who is going to cook?”
He swept her off her feet and strode towards the bedroom. “We’ll order in.”
Even
“I’ll get you one of these days,” he promised. When they reached his gallery, he waved his hand and sauntered off.
“I’m going to kill that guy,” muttered Nick as he grabbed her hand and marched her along. “Ruined the whole day with his nonstop talking. I should’ve put a masking tape on his mouth.”
A giggle escaped her lips. “You can’t possibly be that rude, and it wasn’t really his fault. It was just a bad day.”
“The fish could probably hear him from a mile off,” he grumbled. “I’m never going with him again. The man all but single-handedly destroying any prospect of catching fish, and the ones that we did catch were so small that we had to throw them back in. Why did he even bother to tell us to join him for fishing if all he wanted to do was talk?”
She rubbed her hand over his back, a little amused at his consternation. Men seemed to take fishing a bit too seriously. As far as she was concerned, it was a perfectly pleasant day. They had a lovely time together, shared a wonderful picnic lunch, and enjoyed the brisk breeze. Of course, it would have been nice if they had actually caught something, but that didn’t sting her as much as it hurt Nick who appeared to take it as a personal affront.
“He is lonely and wants to have friends.” Gabby could see into a person’s heart far more clearly than Nick. The hardships she faced during her childhood and well into her adulthood made her more sympathetic and attuned to judging others.
“Of course, he has friends.”
“Hardly,” she said. “The people he hangs out with are all artist types and he likes them, but they are not his buddies. Maybe we should invite him over for dinner one day.”
He shrugged. “Alright, if that’s what you want. He is harmless enough.”
The normalcy of her conversation with Nick, the sheer joy of doing something as ordinary as being able to invite a friend over for dinner, overwhelmed Gabby at the oddest of times. She just couldn’t get over the freedom she enjoyed and the simple life that she lived. For years, she believed that she didn’t deserve it, that she would never have it, and now it was a gift that she cherished with all her heart. When they reached the door of their house, Nick opened the door and they strode in.
Home sweet home.
This was also another long cherished dream that somehow came true. During her years of enslavement, she never dared to imagine that one day she would share a house with another person. Whenever she entered this place, Gabby was filled with a sense of happiness that lifted her spirit. If she ever had to leave this life and Nick, she would be devastated.
The thought was enough to make her tremble, but she pushed it away. Gabby was determined to live in the moment. Nothing else mattered except her happiness with Nick, and she wouldn’t let her doubts ruin it.
After stowing the gear in his shed outside, Nick came back in. She was fiddling with the pots and pans in the kitchen. “I’d planned to cook the fish, but since we don’t have any, I’m going to make chicken.” She ignored his groan as he sauntered forward. “And maybe we could have pecan pie with it.”
Encircling her waist with his arms, he nuzzled against her neck. She bathed in the glory of his love. It felt wonderful. It felt divine. When she turned in his arms, and their lips fused together, her fingers speared through his silky hair. This felt good. Their tongues twisted in an erotic dance that lasted for a long time. She tasted the recesses of his mouth as if she explored them for the first time. Passion stirred in her nerves.
He raised his head and glanced at her. His green eyes glittered like jewels. “Bedroom first.”
She laughed. “And who is going to cook?”
He swept her off her feet and strode towards the bedroom. “We’ll order in.”
Even
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