“Is something wrong?”
“What? No. Just thinking…. They’ve offered me Mona’s job.”
Deirdre knew there had been a temporary manager in her place, since her arrest.
“Would it mean moving?”
“No. They want me at this store. It might mean a change down the line, but unlikely. I’ve worked at the same store since it opened. I know it better than anyone else. It would mean a few business trips for meetings, but no more jaunts for set ups. What do you say? You want to be the wife of the store manager?”
“Yes! It’s a wonderful opportunity for you!”
“I hoped you’d say that, because I accepted almost as soon as the words left the district manager’s lips. This would put me on a fast track for his job, in a few years. But he’s bucking for tri-state, so that would be okay with him.”
“Really? Wow! I think I’ve had my limit of excitement for the night.”
“I hope not,” Fred cut his eyes at her, giving a seductive smile. “Because I have plans for the rest of the night.”
“You do, huh? Am I to be party to these plans?”
“You’re the main recipient of the plans. And I’ve saved a special treat or two.”
“What could you possibly have in mind, that you haven’t used in the last twenty years?”
“You’d be surprised.”
And she was—happily so. As they snuggled into one another’s arms, she lay with her head on Fred’s chest.
“I finished my book.”
“I remember. We celebrated.” He kissed her forehead. “Much as we just did.”
“I found someone to edit it for me. And I want to submit it for publication.”
“Really? That’s fantastic! My wife, a published author, eh?”
“We haven’t gotten that far yet, but maybe one day.”
“Not the Great American Novel, though.”
“Sadly no. It will never be that, but it’s still good—at least I think so. Maybe one day, I’ll write one of those, but for now, I’m happy. In the meantime, I’ll keep writing.”
“Let’s hope that with the next one, you don’t have anything interfere. I don’t think I can take anymore of that kind of excitement.”
He nuzzled her throat and she knew what kind of excitement he did want. She let him kiss and fondle her a few minutes before turning to face him.
“Are you trying to distract me, my love.”
“Yes. Am I being successful?”
“Yes!” Her voice caught in her throat as he nibbled and licked.
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