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voices.  I crack the door as quietly as I can to see who’s talking and I see Donna standing there in her floor length silk gown, her arms crossed and a snarl on her face.  Donovan is dressed, thank God, and is standing in front of her.  Judging by his facial expression, he’s pissed off, but he’s whispering so it’s difficult to make out what they are saying.  I hate being a snoop, but I can’t stand that woman already and I want to know what’s saying that is sending my man into a tizzy.  
     
    “Did you have to bring that...that girl with you this weekend?  We really needed to talk,” Donna hisses at him, her light green contacts are out and I can see her eyes are dark brown, almost black.  Reminds me of the pits of hell.  
     
    “Look, I told you we have nothing more to discuss.  I’ve got absolutely nothing to say to you.  And Allie is not that girl,” he hisses right back at her.  I knew she didn’t like me, but I have no idea why.  I’m damn sure going to find out.  I continue to eavesdrop, not even feeling the slight bit of shame
     
    “Oh, we have loads to discuss, Donovan Callahan.” Her tone is oozing with disgust and hatred.  What the hell did I do to her?  “You have an obligation to think about.”  
     
    Obligation?  What obligation is she talking about?  I strain to hear more, but instead I hear high heeled footsteps and the door closing quietly.  I hear a heavy sigh and realize he’s coming to the bathroom.
     
    Oh crap!  
     
    I rush back to the vanity to turn the hair dryer on.  He opens the door and gives my a tight smile.  “Is something wrong?” I ask over the whir of the dryer.  Is he going to tell me or not?  I don’t want him to know I was spying on them.
     
    “Huh?  Oh yeah, Donna came in here.  She wanted to make sure I had my tux for tomorrow.”
     
    I stare blankly at him.  All that fuss over a tux, and it’s not even for her wedding?  That’s doesn’t make any sense.
     
    “She wants everything to be perfect.  She’s kinda anal retentive and doesn’t want me to screw up anything.”  He goes to turn the shower back on.  “I’m sorry I missed you.” He winks at me, making me blush.  
     
    “I missed you, too.”  When he puts the conversation with Donna like that, it makes a little more sense.  But I’m still confused why she didn’t want me here this weekend and what they needed to talk about.  I wonder if I should ask, or wait for him to tell me?  At this point, I’m exhausted and I’m ready for bed.  I watch Donovan’s gloriously naked body step into the shower, then I walk back into the room cautiously.  I don’t want the daughter of Satan to come in and snatch my soul.  I slide under the covers and stare at all the Redskin stuff everywhere.  I see posters and helmets signed by players and four books of what I assume are football cards.  I slip into one of his t-shirts, my usual bedtime attire, and climb into into bed.
     
    I hear the water cut off, so I lay awake, waiting for him to come to bed.  I glance at the clock. Oh, wow, it’s already 1:45 in the morning.  I close my eyes and wait for my man to scoot next to me.  It only takes a couple of minutes before I feel his warm body next to mine.  I turn on my side so that I’m facing him, and he strokes my cheek with his thumb.  
     
    “You’re beautiful, you know that?” he whispers, never taking his blue eyes off mine.
     
    “You’re not so bad yourself, sport,” I giggle, reaching up to touch his hand, relishing in the feel of his skin against mine.
     
     He laughs softly.  “We compliment each other well, don’t we?  We just...work.  I don’t know how else to put it.”  
     
    I can think of three words that put it nicely.
     
    I bite my tongue trying to hold that thought in.  I can’t bring myself to tell him yet, so I will wait for him.  Besides, when I say those words, I want them to really mean something to the both of us. So I know