truce?” Micah asked.
“I’m wet.” Barbara did not appear
happy. “You have anything upstairs a lady can change into. No, don’t say it. I
take it back. Do you have anything I can change into? And don’t you dare make a
wisecrack about not knowing any ladies.”
“Uhm, I have some of my own things.
It’s a bit late for the stores or I’d take you shopping. You’re welcome to
change into anything I own.”
“How about the clothes you’re
wearing right now?” Barbara’s green eyes glistened.
Bob laughed and then sang,
“Barbara, your face, at first just crimson, turned a brighter shade of red.”
Micah wiped his hands on his shirt.
“Uhmm, they’re wet from your stout.”
Barbara continued to stare at
Micah. “You have pajamas?”
“Maybe.” Micah leaned against the
wall.
Barbara raised her eyebrows. “Pajama
party?”
“Pajama party!” Micah chased
Barbara up the wide, winding stair case.
“Which way?” Barbara panted.
“Follow me.”
Bob called up the stairs, “If it’s
okay with you guys, I’m leaving for home to get my own pajamas, and then I’ll
stay there.”
Chapter 16
“I could attack you while we wait.”
Micah lowered his head into range for a kiss.
Barbara pushed back with her hands
against Micah’s chest. “Just when I thought I could trust you while wearing
nothing but your pajama tops.”
“Nothing?” Micah stepped forward
and placed his hands on Barbara’s hips while she placed hers in the pushing
position on his chest again.
Barbara peered into his eyes. “I’ll
be glad when my clothes come out of that dryer, won’t you?”
Micah rubbed a thumb across
Barbara’s cheek and stepped back. He gazed around the utility room at the
washer, dryer, table, clothes sorting shelving system, sinks, built-in TV and
stereo system, lounge chairs, bookcase, magazine rack, refrigerator, microwave and
mudroom accommodations. “This room is a nice house.”
“I know what you mean. I still
can’t believe you’re so rich. You seem like such an ordinary perv… I mean
person. I have to stop calling you a perv. You passed the nice guy test.”
Barbara moseyed closer to Micah.
“By being rich?”
“No, by not attacking me.
“I wouldn’t mind putting that offer
back on the table.”
Barbara spun around and sauntered
to the other side of the long folding table. “Then I wouldn’t know if you
passed the perv test or just cheated. Nope. We have to be good. And don’t think
this is about money because it’s not.”
“What’s it about?” Micah smiled as
he folded his arms across his chest.
“It’s about you and me.”
“Oh?”
“You have to understand I’m a bit
forward. I speak whatever’s on my mind.”
“I see.”
“The good news is you’ll always know
where you stand with me.”
“And the bad news?”
“Don’t ever let me see you hanging
out with that old hag again.”
“Denise Appleby?”
“Yes, the hag. She’s like a hundred
and fifty years old so don’t mess with her, okay?”
“She broke up with me.”
“I don’t trust her. She’s an evil,
devil-worshipping hag.”
“Seemed like a good enough witch to
me.”
“She’s a hag, not a witch. You’ll
keep away from her if you’re smart.”
“Can I make you a cup of coffee?”
“Love some.”
Chapter 17
“Take your hands off me.” Denise
Appleby stepped away from Ahlman Brown’s grip.
Ahlman clamped down hard on
Denise’s shoulders again. Denise snarled and twisted out of his grip. “I’m not
going!”
“Sooner or later the master will
want to bring you home.” Ahlman grabbed her shoulders from behind for the third
time.
Denise shook her shoulders to
remove Ahlman’s hands. They stood in the midst of her pale blue colonial
kitchen. The brown knotty pine cabinets and wainscoting assured the room would
stay dark. The deep red plastic laminate countertops dated from the fifties,
the green sheet linoleum floor from the sixties. “I
“I’m wet.” Barbara did not appear
happy. “You have anything upstairs a lady can change into. No, don’t say it. I
take it back. Do you have anything I can change into? And don’t you dare make a
wisecrack about not knowing any ladies.”
“Uhm, I have some of my own things.
It’s a bit late for the stores or I’d take you shopping. You’re welcome to
change into anything I own.”
“How about the clothes you’re
wearing right now?” Barbara’s green eyes glistened.
Bob laughed and then sang,
“Barbara, your face, at first just crimson, turned a brighter shade of red.”
Micah wiped his hands on his shirt.
“Uhmm, they’re wet from your stout.”
Barbara continued to stare at
Micah. “You have pajamas?”
“Maybe.” Micah leaned against the
wall.
Barbara raised her eyebrows. “Pajama
party?”
“Pajama party!” Micah chased
Barbara up the wide, winding stair case.
“Which way?” Barbara panted.
“Follow me.”
Bob called up the stairs, “If it’s
okay with you guys, I’m leaving for home to get my own pajamas, and then I’ll
stay there.”
Chapter 16
“I could attack you while we wait.”
Micah lowered his head into range for a kiss.
Barbara pushed back with her hands
against Micah’s chest. “Just when I thought I could trust you while wearing
nothing but your pajama tops.”
“Nothing?” Micah stepped forward
and placed his hands on Barbara’s hips while she placed hers in the pushing
position on his chest again.
Barbara peered into his eyes. “I’ll
be glad when my clothes come out of that dryer, won’t you?”
Micah rubbed a thumb across
Barbara’s cheek and stepped back. He gazed around the utility room at the
washer, dryer, table, clothes sorting shelving system, sinks, built-in TV and
stereo system, lounge chairs, bookcase, magazine rack, refrigerator, microwave and
mudroom accommodations. “This room is a nice house.”
“I know what you mean. I still
can’t believe you’re so rich. You seem like such an ordinary perv… I mean
person. I have to stop calling you a perv. You passed the nice guy test.”
Barbara moseyed closer to Micah.
“By being rich?”
“No, by not attacking me.
“I wouldn’t mind putting that offer
back on the table.”
Barbara spun around and sauntered
to the other side of the long folding table. “Then I wouldn’t know if you
passed the perv test or just cheated. Nope. We have to be good. And don’t think
this is about money because it’s not.”
“What’s it about?” Micah smiled as
he folded his arms across his chest.
“It’s about you and me.”
“Oh?”
“You have to understand I’m a bit
forward. I speak whatever’s on my mind.”
“I see.”
“The good news is you’ll always know
where you stand with me.”
“And the bad news?”
“Don’t ever let me see you hanging
out with that old hag again.”
“Denise Appleby?”
“Yes, the hag. She’s like a hundred
and fifty years old so don’t mess with her, okay?”
“She broke up with me.”
“I don’t trust her. She’s an evil,
devil-worshipping hag.”
“Seemed like a good enough witch to
me.”
“She’s a hag, not a witch. You’ll
keep away from her if you’re smart.”
“Can I make you a cup of coffee?”
“Love some.”
Chapter 17
“Take your hands off me.” Denise
Appleby stepped away from Ahlman Brown’s grip.
Ahlman clamped down hard on
Denise’s shoulders again. Denise snarled and twisted out of his grip. “I’m not
going!”
“Sooner or later the master will
want to bring you home.” Ahlman grabbed her shoulders from behind for the third
time.
Denise shook her shoulders to
remove Ahlman’s hands. They stood in the midst of her pale blue colonial
kitchen. The brown knotty pine cabinets and wainscoting assured the room would
stay dark. The deep red plastic laminate countertops dated from the fifties,
the green sheet linoleum floor from the sixties. “I
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