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Her eyebrows lowered. She clamped her lower lip between her teeth, and shook her head. "I don't think so. Just watch us. Wait till he's on top of me and busy sucking. Then be really quick. When I know you're coming, I'll try to hold him. Slam that stake into his back and _pound_ the sucker in."
"Okay," I said. I was _really_ shivering now.
"One more thing. It's bound to be a mess. If you don't want to get your clothes bloody, you'd better take them off."
"Okay."
"You'll want to do that _before_ he shows up."
"Okay."
She smiled slightly. "You're blushing."
"Am I?"
"You're so sweet," she said.
I didn't like the sound of that. But then she put her hands on my shoulders, leaned forward until her body met mine, and kissed me on the mouth.
A tender kiss.
Her lips felt great. She had that wonderful aroma of cotton candy and spearmint chewing gum. I felt the soft, firm pressure of her breasts against my chest.
But none of it lasted very long.
When it was over, she eased away and gazed into my eyes and said, "You're probably the only guy in the world who would do a thing like this for me."
"Oh, I don't know about that," I said.
"I do," she said. "And I love you for it."
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I slid the door shut in front of me.









4


Standing there in the closet, I stared through the darkness at the door a couple of inches in front of my face and thought about what had just happened.
I felt two different ways about it: great and horrible.
I'd only held and kissed Cat a few times in my life, and not at all for the past ten years. During all those years, I'd missed her. I'd longed for her. And now, she'd taken me into her arms and kissed me.
Unreal.
But great, just great. Like a fantasy come true.
And she'd said, "I love you."
Except "I love you" wasn't what she'd really said.
She'd said, "I love you for it."
Meaning she "loved me" for coming to her aid . . . loved me in gratitude. Just as she'd embraced and kissed me in gratitude, not because of any amorous feelings toward me.
Some things never change.
As much as I'd loved Cat, back in our teenaged years, she had never seen me as much more than a good friend. The guy who was always "there" for her. At least until she moved to Seattle. Hard to be there for someone a thousand miles away.
My commitment to Cat had obviously made an impression on her, though. After all, she'd kept tabs on me. And she'd come back to me when she needed a hit man.
_At least she came back._
_At least I'm here with her tonight._
And, with luck, maybe tonight wouldn't be the end of it. She would at least keep me around as long as she had uses for me.
That was something.
That was a lot.
I didn't _need_ for Cat to love me. What I needed was to be with her, to be able to look at her and talk with her, and maybe sometimes touch her.
So this would do.
It would have to do.