He didn’t hide it.
It was right there across the booth from me.
Okay, sure, I was still worried that I had it wrong.
But I was a lot less worried after that look.
And yes, absolutely, we needed to talk it out and be on the same page.
But I was less anxious about that talk after seeing his look.
Breaking our stellar record, we had not had sex for a couple of days after the whole situation happened with my neighbors.We’d gratefully returned to those activities Monday night after Mrs.Matthews and Mark left.
Last night was no different.
But even after aiming that look at me, Hutch didn’t linger more than he normally lingered.There were no statements made.
Except for the fact his hunger for me, and mine for him, seemed like it would go perpetually unsated.
Thus, the statement had been being made since the beginning.
Now, I wasn’t fretting about the talk.
Now, I was frustrated it hadn’t happened yet.
And I found that frustration would continue when, early in the evening, Hutch texted,Reported eagle downed with broken wing.Gotta take Doc Simmons out there and help her capture him and get him to the clinic.Eat without me.May be late.Can you take care of the pups?
I assured him I could.
When the time came, I closed down the store, loaded up my pets, headed up the mountain, and not only let Hannibal out, but also did the whole back and forth to the dog run behind Hutch’s truck port at the back of the house with each of the puppies.
Hutch was in the midst of potty training.
Unfortunately, I found there’d been some accidents.
Fortunately, there weren’t many, though what there was, I cleaned up.
The sun went down early in Washington, but even so, Tonks and I took on the cold and dark to play fifteen minutes of fetch because she’d been cooped up all day with me at the shop, and I hadn’t been able to get away, even for a walk around the block.
I ate.
Hannibal and Tonks ate.
I sat in Hutch’s chair with Moxie in my lap and read about the history of Misted Pines, startled to see right away how far back Hutch’s friends Cade Bohannan and Lucinda Bonner had roots in that town.
And giggling at the story of Cornelius Ruck.
Hutch was so late, I went to bed without him.
He woke me by fitting his body into the back of mine and running an arm around my belly to pull me closer.
“Go back to sleep,” he murmured into the back of my hair.
“Eagle okay?”I asked.
“He might not fly again, but he’ll live.”
“Yuck,” I mumbled.
