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Whistling as he walked, Patrick was glad to be home. Savannah’s house was almost as welcoming as she was. Ciara heard him arrive and padded over to meet him. “Where’s your mama?” he asked. Then
he noticed that a table had been pulled over in the path and there was a note – and a gun, a toy gun. Strange. But when he picked up the note, he smiled. There was a lop-sided skull and cross bones drawn on it. Obviously, he was going to be the artist in the family. And written
on it were these words:
The gun is loaded. I have one, too. And you are under attack
As of
NOW!!!
A wave of love for her almost knocked him down. Could she be more perfect? Now he knew she was his dream girl. His baby wanted to play. Patrick grabbed the gun and cocked it. And no sooner had he become alert to what was around him – Savannah stepped out from behind the kitchen door, grinned, aimed and shot a nerf bullet right slap dab at his crotch. It landed with a good little thump right on his zipper.
“Gottcha! Bullseye!”
“Why, you little rascal.” He fired back and she dodged, let out the cutest bubble of giggles he had ever heard and dashed up the stairs. Patrick took off after her. She stopped at the top and fired again, this time it bounced off of his abs. He returned fire and he hit her in the middle of the chest.
“Ow!”
“Surrender, and I’ll kiss and make it better.”
“Never!” She took off again. He heard her footsteps falling and then heard her slide across the floor. Bump! Thump! What in the world?
“You realize that your tush is mine, Baby. I’m a United States by-God Marine. Are you ready to give up?”
Silence. Oh, that couldn’t be good. He grinned like an idiot. This was a side of her he hadn’t seen. And he loved it.
Patrick went into stealth mode. He walked silently, making every move precise. Where had she gone? He wanted to laugh out loud, but he didn’t want to give away his position. The hall ahead of him was empty and all the doors were shut. Ah, the closet, she was probably in the linen closet. Edging up to the door, he turned the knob slowly – threw it open and aimed. It was empty. Maybe she was in the bedroom; that would be convenient. Once he captured her, he could ravish her.
Savannah waited until just the right moment. She had been holding the bathroom door closed with the door knob tight in her hand so when she heard him go by, she could pounce. A stool was at hand and when she opened the door, she wasn’t going to be peering around it – he was going to be attacked from above!
Oh, the man was good. She could barely hear him moving around. Savannah had excellent hearing. The gift had been both a blessing and a curse, because sometimes she had heard things that she’d have been better off not knowing. Conversations still rang in her mind, ‘Keep the little leper away from the kitchen. We don’t want her germs everywhere. It’s bad enough she has to be in the house. If I had my way, we’d chain her in the back with the dog.’ Shaking her head, she pushed those thoughts out of her mind. Times had changed. And she owed it all to the man that she was just about to - - - - attack!
Patrick heard the door squeak right behind him and he wheeled around to fire – and there was nothing!
“Put your hands over your head, I think I’ve got you cornered, Marine.” He looked up and his little doll was hanging over the top of the door.
She held the gun pointed right between his eyes.
“You think you’ve got me, don’t you?”
She had him, no doubt about it. Savannah had him wrapped around her cute little pinky finger.
“Yea, I’ve got you. You’re mine now.”
“Hey, no fair! You’re gonna hurt yourself. I’m chubby!”
“All’s fair, Love, this is WAR.” He got amused. “The only thing chubby about you are those luscious breasts and I wouldn’t have them any other way.” Not giving his little POW any chance to escape, he carried her to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed. She landed with a bounce and a giggle.
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Isaac was right behind her. The church might fall to the ground; he hadn’t made a
practice of attending too many worship services. “No, prissy pants. Not unless you’re hankering for
some roses. I’ll be glad to buy you some. There is no other gi
rlfriend – single or
plural. You and I are practically engaged. Why would I want to buy presents
for some other girl?”
At the word engaged, she whirled around – “I don’t want any roses. I’m not
your girlfriend and we aren’t practically engaged. We are in a church, Isaac.
Aren’t you afraid of getting struck by lightning for telling a lie?”
‘Me thinks the lady is protesting too much’, or at least that’s what he hoped.
His Avery was something; he even liked to watch her fuss. She had the most
beautiful face. He didn’t know which feature he liked best – those high cheek
bones, soft violet eyes, dark long lashes or plump pink lips. No, he knew – his
favorite part was her nose that tilted up the tiniest bit. There were so many
places he wanted to trail kisses, beginning with the soft skin on her neck and
following the line of her graceful sloping shoulders. Avery was a soft, curvy
woman that was shaped the way God intended a woman to be shaped. And he knew several things he wanted
to do with that braid . . . His intense cataloging of her assets seemed to unnerve her. She dropped her gaze