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extra sleep wouldn’t hurt.”
“A shower wouldn’t hurt either.” Erik wrinkled his nose. “I can smell you from here.”
“I stink?”
“I’m trying to decide what smells worse, you or the burn pit.”
“Oh, you saw that, huh?”
“It was hard to miss, even without the lingering aroma of charcoal and cheap cologne.”
“I cleaned out the house.” She told him in belated explanation.
“I gathered as much.” Erik nodded sagely. “So. Remind me again, what time do you we leave in the morning?”
“We’re due at the lawyers’ office at seven-thirty.” She sighed.
“I’m surprised he’s open so early; he must keep your kind of hours.” Erik teased.
“Laugh away, but I just want to get this over and done with so we can go back home.”
“Don’t worry; we’ll be back in New York before you know it.”
Erik’s reassurance, heart-felt though she knew it was , did little to ease her anxiety over the impending day. She was grateful that Erik had volunteered to accompany to her the will reading, though. It wasn’t that she couldn’t have done it by herself, just that she didn’t prefer to go this one alone.
Paige said goodnight to Erik before ducking into the small bathroom that was tucked away beneath the stai rs on the first floor. She would have used the considerably larger bathroom that connected to her upstairs bedroom, but a quick perusal earlier in the day had revealed a clean but unused space without towels, soap, or wash rags. The three-quarter bath below the stairs, on the other hand, was well stocked with all the necessities and so she showered there before going up to bed.
It took only thirty minutes of tossing and turning to convince Paige that she was in need of a little help and she trudged irritably down the stairs in search of something hot to drink. Once she’d downed a mug of the chamomile tea her mother had often made to help her bring about sleep, her eyelids felt pleasantly heavy. Her sleep still proved restless, though, and more than once she woke with the sheets twisted into ropes around her legs, her head filled with images that had become her all too familiar fantasy over the years. She came awake suddenly from a dream in which strong hands had been probing gently between her thighs as she had writhed and begged for more. In this dream, Erik’s blue eyes had been locked on hers with an intensity that robbed her of breath and speech.
Paige heaved a frustrated sigh and rolled over, taking the covers with her and shoving a pillow between her knees to ease the ache that had settled between her legs. It was true what they said-all of the good ones were either married or gay.
Chapter Six
The morning after her rampage against all things Denmari, Paige woke to a cool clear mountain air type of morning, the sort that never failed to get her blood pumping in anticipation for the day ahead. It was barely nine o’clock and, having met with the lawyers in what had to be the fastest will reading in the history of wills and testaments-she got everything-Paige was faced with an entire day with nothing to do.
She could clean the house, as the place was beyond large and there always seemed to be more scrubbing and polishing just waiting to be tackled. Or maybe a quiet walk along the lake was in order-always a favorite way to pass a brisk morning, or a sleepy afternoon.
Then again, she considered, propping one modestly heeled foot on the deck railing and cradling a hot cup of hazelnut flavored coffee, maybe it was time to pay a visit to some old friends. Not that she had many old friends to drop in on, she conceded. Between her step father, going away to school, and her own once-nervous tendencies, the only friends from her old life that she really had were Guy-out of the question-and Hailey. Yes, Paige
“A shower wouldn’t hurt either.” Erik wrinkled his nose. “I can smell you from here.”
“I stink?”
“I’m trying to decide what smells worse, you or the burn pit.”
“Oh, you saw that, huh?”
“It was hard to miss, even without the lingering aroma of charcoal and cheap cologne.”
“I cleaned out the house.” She told him in belated explanation.
“I gathered as much.” Erik nodded sagely. “So. Remind me again, what time do you we leave in the morning?”
“We’re due at the lawyers’ office at seven-thirty.” She sighed.
“I’m surprised he’s open so early; he must keep your kind of hours.” Erik teased.
“Laugh away, but I just want to get this over and done with so we can go back home.”
“Don’t worry; we’ll be back in New York before you know it.”
Erik’s reassurance, heart-felt though she knew it was , did little to ease her anxiety over the impending day. She was grateful that Erik had volunteered to accompany to her the will reading, though. It wasn’t that she couldn’t have done it by herself, just that she didn’t prefer to go this one alone.
Paige said goodnight to Erik before ducking into the small bathroom that was tucked away beneath the stai rs on the first floor. She would have used the considerably larger bathroom that connected to her upstairs bedroom, but a quick perusal earlier in the day had revealed a clean but unused space without towels, soap, or wash rags. The three-quarter bath below the stairs, on the other hand, was well stocked with all the necessities and so she showered there before going up to bed.
It took only thirty minutes of tossing and turning to convince Paige that she was in need of a little help and she trudged irritably down the stairs in search of something hot to drink. Once she’d downed a mug of the chamomile tea her mother had often made to help her bring about sleep, her eyelids felt pleasantly heavy. Her sleep still proved restless, though, and more than once she woke with the sheets twisted into ropes around her legs, her head filled with images that had become her all too familiar fantasy over the years. She came awake suddenly from a dream in which strong hands had been probing gently between her thighs as she had writhed and begged for more. In this dream, Erik’s blue eyes had been locked on hers with an intensity that robbed her of breath and speech.
Paige heaved a frustrated sigh and rolled over, taking the covers with her and shoving a pillow between her knees to ease the ache that had settled between her legs. It was true what they said-all of the good ones were either married or gay.
Chapter Six
The morning after her rampage against all things Denmari, Paige woke to a cool clear mountain air type of morning, the sort that never failed to get her blood pumping in anticipation for the day ahead. It was barely nine o’clock and, having met with the lawyers in what had to be the fastest will reading in the history of wills and testaments-she got everything-Paige was faced with an entire day with nothing to do.
She could clean the house, as the place was beyond large and there always seemed to be more scrubbing and polishing just waiting to be tackled. Or maybe a quiet walk along the lake was in order-always a favorite way to pass a brisk morning, or a sleepy afternoon.
Then again, she considered, propping one modestly heeled foot on the deck railing and cradling a hot cup of hazelnut flavored coffee, maybe it was time to pay a visit to some old friends. Not that she had many old friends to drop in on, she conceded. Between her step father, going away to school, and her own once-nervous tendencies, the only friends from her old life that she really had were Guy-out of the question-and Hailey. Yes, Paige
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