Inseparable
down and kiss my forehead.
    I sighed. I could get used to this.

Chapter Eight
    Kella was sitting at the table eating toast when I dragged myself out of bed. I sat down next to her and rested my head on the table. It was early, just after eight. I had no business being up that time. Nobody should willingly get up that early.
    “You were out late last night,” I commented, yawning. Thank god it was the weekend,
why was it one of the few days I could actually sleep in I woke earlier than if I needed to get to classes? I was beginning to wonder what possessed me to enroll in an extra study load for my first real semester. Between all my assignments, and my foot, I’d barely had time to myself. And now I was throwing Dane into that mix.
    “Mmm hmm,” Kella grinned, a mouth full of toast, “Fraser took me out for dinner, then up to this amazingly beautiful lookout.” She sighed, her eyes closing, the dreamy expression on her face telling me she was falling for Fraser, and fast.
    “Really?” I giggled, picking at the cereal I’d just poured myself, “Well, I had a pretty good night too,” I hinted. Kella’s head whipped around.
    “What? I thought you cancelled because of your fugly foot,” She said suspiciously
    “I did,” I said, smiling at Kella’s choice of words. She was such a potty mouth, “And then he turned up on the doorstep,” I laughed at Kella’s shocked expression and her half open mouth.
    “Really?” She glanced under the table at my foot, “And he didn’t run after seeing that ?” She joked. I stuck my tongue out. Nobody could ruin my mood today.
    “Are you forgetting that he caused that ?” I retorted, mimicking her tone, “Anyway, we ate pizza and watched Die Hard .”
    “So romantic,” snorted Kella, “He sounds like a catch.”
    “I’m going out,” I announced, brushing cereal crumbs off my shirt. Kella eyed me curiously, “He may have invited me to his place for dinner,” I smiled mysteriously at her.
    “Careful you don’t wind up in a barrel of acid in his basement,” She said snidely, chuckling at her own little joke. I glowered at her, my hands firmly on my hips so she knew I meant business. “Sorry,” She shrugged. She smiled brightly, her brown eyes wide with fake enthusiasm, “That’s great news, Lil!”
    “Oh fuck off,” I grumbled, grinning at her, “Can I borrow your car?”

    The nearest mall was less than a ten mile drive. It had been ages since I’d gone clothes shopping, and now twice in a week. On the way, I’d called Gem to see if she was free. I would have asked Kella, but shopping with Kella was like shopping with a two year old, and I needed to focus. Besides, I was really enjoying Gem’s company.
    I met Gem at the entrance. She was already waiting, with two coffees in her hands.
    “You read my mind,” I grinned, grabbing one of the coffees off her and taking a big sip. I sighed as the warm liquid ran down my throat. Gem laughed.
    “No, I just assume everyone is like me on a Sunday morning, unable to function without several hits of caffeine,” She joked, “So, why are we here again?”
    “We are here so I can knock the socks off Dane tonight. He invited me over for dinner,” I explained how he’d turned up last night, and how we’d watched movies and eaten pizza.
    “And you want something cute and sexy to woo him tonight, right? I know just the store,” She grabbed my elbow and led me inside to a small boutique. We’d barely made it through the door when she stopped suddenly, “Hey, your cast is gone!”
    “Yesterday,” I nodded, sticking my foot out to show her. After two more showers, and a night to breathe, it didn’t look or smell nearly as bad as it had yesterday. Gem had already begun skimming the racks as if she were in a time trial, I stepped back, afraid to get in her way.
    “What are you, like a professional shopper?” I joked, staring at what was fast becoming a mound of clothes in her arms. She rolled her eyes at

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