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blowing sex and he still left every morning before she woke. So strange.
Stretching her arms and legs, she reveled in the complete soreness and satisfaction of her body. She'd never considered a man could last that long or that many times, for that matter. But Caleb's hunger for her was insatiable, and she loved every minute of it.
Right now though, she desperately needed caffeine. She eased off the bed and sought her robe and slippers. As she headed toward the kitchen, the aroma of her desperate craving hit her square in the gut. Caleb was a coffee god and brewing some right now. She walked through the door with a silly smile plastered across her face, thrilled he had finally stayed for a morning after and there was coffee involved. She stopped short. The room was empty. But her coffee maker percolated with a piece of paper propped against it. With heavy steps she moved closer and picked up the scrawled note.
I set the timer on the coffee maker, thinking you might appreciate some when you woke this afternoon. Last night was incredible. I’ll see you tonight at the club.
Abby rolled her eyes. Well, a note was an improvement. She poured herself a steaming cup of java and settled in at the breakfast bar with the morning paper he'd also left waiting for her. She made repeated attempts to read the headlines but couldn't stop thinking about her dream and what it was supposed to mean. She'd thought about taking off days ago, but every night Caleb had come to her, and she found his lust and hunger impossible to resist. They aligned so well together she'd finally decided to quit fighting it and see where it went. At the very least, she deserved a shot at happiness. Setting her cup on the bar, she spied the white envelope peeking out from under a stack of unopened mail. She'd almost forgotten where she’d put the photo and what it could still signify if she chose to follow the trail. Answers .
She pulled the photograph from the envelope and set it on the counter in front of her. Sipping from her mug, she thought again about going to Savannah. It seemed a long shot, but the voice in her head wanted her to remember something. She put her head in her hands. Focusing on her memory, she took a deep breath and concentrated. As usual after a few minutes of intense breathing and concentration, she gained nothing but the start of a burning headache at the base of her skull. Frustrated, she pushed the photo back in the envelope and went to get dressed. Her shift at the Drummer started in a couple of hours, and she wanted to get there early tonight. She needed to talk to her boss about some time off.
* * * * *
Caleb woke with a start. Tangled in the sheets of his bed, he recalled the endless hours of restless sleep he'd endured. His instincts had hummed all day long, telling him something was up. It was times like these that proved just how dangerous caring for a human could be. Before long, he wouldn’t be able to hide exactly what he was. At least not without hurting her. That thought drove him crazy.
His beautiful human needed protection from the dark. She was safe from his cousin during the day, as he too suffered the same lethargy during daylight that forced them to sleep or at the very least rest to restore their energy levels. He kicked clear of the bedding and padded to the closet to dress for the night. Speaking of… His cousin was close. He could sense it.
First things first. He scooped his cell phone from the dresser and punched in the number for Abby. He impatiently listened to each ring until it finally rolled over the voice mail. Fuck! Checking the time, he confirmed she’d already be working her shift and not carrying her phone. Unfortunately, the tingling at the base of his skull served as a constant reminder that something was up, and he needed to know she was okay.
He punched in another number, and after several long rings, a female voice finally answered. “The Dirty Drummer.”
“Evening. I'd like
Stretching her arms and legs, she reveled in the complete soreness and satisfaction of her body. She'd never considered a man could last that long or that many times, for that matter. But Caleb's hunger for her was insatiable, and she loved every minute of it.
Right now though, she desperately needed caffeine. She eased off the bed and sought her robe and slippers. As she headed toward the kitchen, the aroma of her desperate craving hit her square in the gut. Caleb was a coffee god and brewing some right now. She walked through the door with a silly smile plastered across her face, thrilled he had finally stayed for a morning after and there was coffee involved. She stopped short. The room was empty. But her coffee maker percolated with a piece of paper propped against it. With heavy steps she moved closer and picked up the scrawled note.
I set the timer on the coffee maker, thinking you might appreciate some when you woke this afternoon. Last night was incredible. I’ll see you tonight at the club.
Abby rolled her eyes. Well, a note was an improvement. She poured herself a steaming cup of java and settled in at the breakfast bar with the morning paper he'd also left waiting for her. She made repeated attempts to read the headlines but couldn't stop thinking about her dream and what it was supposed to mean. She'd thought about taking off days ago, but every night Caleb had come to her, and she found his lust and hunger impossible to resist. They aligned so well together she'd finally decided to quit fighting it and see where it went. At the very least, she deserved a shot at happiness. Setting her cup on the bar, she spied the white envelope peeking out from under a stack of unopened mail. She'd almost forgotten where she’d put the photo and what it could still signify if she chose to follow the trail. Answers .
She pulled the photograph from the envelope and set it on the counter in front of her. Sipping from her mug, she thought again about going to Savannah. It seemed a long shot, but the voice in her head wanted her to remember something. She put her head in her hands. Focusing on her memory, she took a deep breath and concentrated. As usual after a few minutes of intense breathing and concentration, she gained nothing but the start of a burning headache at the base of her skull. Frustrated, she pushed the photo back in the envelope and went to get dressed. Her shift at the Drummer started in a couple of hours, and she wanted to get there early tonight. She needed to talk to her boss about some time off.
* * * * *
Caleb woke with a start. Tangled in the sheets of his bed, he recalled the endless hours of restless sleep he'd endured. His instincts had hummed all day long, telling him something was up. It was times like these that proved just how dangerous caring for a human could be. Before long, he wouldn’t be able to hide exactly what he was. At least not without hurting her. That thought drove him crazy.
His beautiful human needed protection from the dark. She was safe from his cousin during the day, as he too suffered the same lethargy during daylight that forced them to sleep or at the very least rest to restore their energy levels. He kicked clear of the bedding and padded to the closet to dress for the night. Speaking of… His cousin was close. He could sense it.
First things first. He scooped his cell phone from the dresser and punched in the number for Abby. He impatiently listened to each ring until it finally rolled over the voice mail. Fuck! Checking the time, he confirmed she’d already be working her shift and not carrying her phone. Unfortunately, the tingling at the base of his skull served as a constant reminder that something was up, and he needed to know she was okay.
He punched in another number, and after several long rings, a female voice finally answered. “The Dirty Drummer.”
“Evening. I'd like
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