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spice and everything
nice.” It was her code to let them know it was her and that she was not being
held at gunpoint or any such thing.
“Thank you. Have a nice day.”
“I will. Same to you.” Haley
grimaced. She would have a nice day, but if she forgot to turn it off again,
she would also be writing out an extra check. They didn’t take kindly to false
alarms. She returned to the door and shrugged to the dogs. “Mommy is a dingbat.
It’s okay now. The noise is all gone. Loud, wasn’t it?” she asked with a smile
to confirm that the terrifying sound was not something they should worry about.
Tugging the door open, she watched
as they raced out into the snow. Austin had shoveled quite a path for them and
it hadn’t filled in enough for her to do it again. With a smile, she went back
inside to take off her coat and boots. Haley put the crockpot away and picked
up a few things around the kitchen.
She was just getting the dogs back
in when Austin came through the front door. “Damn, it’s getting colder out
there.” He shivered, tugging off his boots and putting them by the door so he
wouldn’t track the snow through the house. “I have a feeling it’s going to be
bitter tonight.”
“I fear you may be right. It’s
going to make the roads icy.”
“Probably. I already called Med and
asked him if he would stay with the dogs tonight. I hope you don’t mind.”
Mind what? That he was now planning
on staying the night? “Where does Med live?”
“He has a small apartment off a
friend’s house a few blocks from me. On more than one occasion he has slept at
my house in the spare room. The dogs love him and I certainly don’t mind. We
were even talking about redoing part of the basement as an apartment for him.
Of course, that would mean taking the dogs running area or doing away with the
game room.”
“You have a game room?”
“Of sorts. That’s what we call it.”
“You and Med? May I ask what kind
of games you have down there?” Somehow their conversation on the way back to
her house was leading her to wonder if a foosball table wasn’t what he was
referring to.
His smile was impish, the tip of
his tongue casually trapped between his teeth to rest upon his bottom lip. “I
guess you could call them personal preference, adventure games.”
He had asked her how adventurous
she was, so that lent even more credibility to her theory. Was it a dungeon
with racks on the walls and chains hanging from the ceiling? Was her
imagination running away with her? More importantly, did she have the nerve to
ask him? “That leaves a lot to interpretation. You have a lot of secrets in
your life, don’t you?”
The question obviously caught him
off guard, as his brow creased. “Why do you say that?”
“The non-specific conversation
earlier about Med, followed by your reluctance to tell me about the game room.”
“Feed the dogs and then if you want
answers, I will give them to you. I don’t want you to feel I’m hiding things
from you. It was more hesitation than denial. Tell me where the washer is and I
will throw the clothing in.”
“Go down the stairs and take a
sharp half-circle left. The washer is against the adjacent wall. Everything is
already down there.”
He walked over, giving her a gentle
kiss. “I don’t want secrets between us.”
Austin turned and headed down to
the cellar to start the clothes. Haley pulled the bowl of food from the fridge
and put some into a pan to warm it up. She rarely cooked for herself, but for
the most part, the dogs had homemade food. She did keep high-grade canned food
in the house for them, but it was only for times when she ran out and didn’t
have time to make more. It was very rare that it happened.
Once she had taken the chill from
the chicken, veggies and brown rice, she dished it into their bowls.
Ginger and Sammie were sitting on
the rug in front of the sink, waiting patiently as always. Ginger had a
tendency to be a bit food aggressive, so
nice.” It was her code to let them know it was her and that she was not being
held at gunpoint or any such thing.
“Thank you. Have a nice day.”
“I will. Same to you.” Haley
grimaced. She would have a nice day, but if she forgot to turn it off again,
she would also be writing out an extra check. They didn’t take kindly to false
alarms. She returned to the door and shrugged to the dogs. “Mommy is a dingbat.
It’s okay now. The noise is all gone. Loud, wasn’t it?” she asked with a smile
to confirm that the terrifying sound was not something they should worry about.
Tugging the door open, she watched
as they raced out into the snow. Austin had shoveled quite a path for them and
it hadn’t filled in enough for her to do it again. With a smile, she went back
inside to take off her coat and boots. Haley put the crockpot away and picked
up a few things around the kitchen.
She was just getting the dogs back
in when Austin came through the front door. “Damn, it’s getting colder out
there.” He shivered, tugging off his boots and putting them by the door so he
wouldn’t track the snow through the house. “I have a feeling it’s going to be
bitter tonight.”
“I fear you may be right. It’s
going to make the roads icy.”
“Probably. I already called Med and
asked him if he would stay with the dogs tonight. I hope you don’t mind.”
Mind what? That he was now planning
on staying the night? “Where does Med live?”
“He has a small apartment off a
friend’s house a few blocks from me. On more than one occasion he has slept at
my house in the spare room. The dogs love him and I certainly don’t mind. We
were even talking about redoing part of the basement as an apartment for him.
Of course, that would mean taking the dogs running area or doing away with the
game room.”
“You have a game room?”
“Of sorts. That’s what we call it.”
“You and Med? May I ask what kind
of games you have down there?” Somehow their conversation on the way back to
her house was leading her to wonder if a foosball table wasn’t what he was
referring to.
His smile was impish, the tip of
his tongue casually trapped between his teeth to rest upon his bottom lip. “I
guess you could call them personal preference, adventure games.”
He had asked her how adventurous
she was, so that lent even more credibility to her theory. Was it a dungeon
with racks on the walls and chains hanging from the ceiling? Was her
imagination running away with her? More importantly, did she have the nerve to
ask him? “That leaves a lot to interpretation. You have a lot of secrets in
your life, don’t you?”
The question obviously caught him
off guard, as his brow creased. “Why do you say that?”
“The non-specific conversation
earlier about Med, followed by your reluctance to tell me about the game room.”
“Feed the dogs and then if you want
answers, I will give them to you. I don’t want you to feel I’m hiding things
from you. It was more hesitation than denial. Tell me where the washer is and I
will throw the clothing in.”
“Go down the stairs and take a
sharp half-circle left. The washer is against the adjacent wall. Everything is
already down there.”
He walked over, giving her a gentle
kiss. “I don’t want secrets between us.”
Austin turned and headed down to
the cellar to start the clothes. Haley pulled the bowl of food from the fridge
and put some into a pan to warm it up. She rarely cooked for herself, but for
the most part, the dogs had homemade food. She did keep high-grade canned food
in the house for them, but it was only for times when she ran out and didn’t
have time to make more. It was very rare that it happened.
Once she had taken the chill from
the chicken, veggies and brown rice, she dished it into their bowls.
Ginger and Sammie were sitting on
the rug in front of the sink, waiting patiently as always. Ginger had a
tendency to be a bit food aggressive, so
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