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himself, “She’s crazy!”
    She pressed the button to open the gates and laughed to herself as she watched him speed off. Looks like I taught the instructor a lesson or two! She realized that as a result of herafternoon adventures she’d worked up quite an appetite. She decided to have something delectable delivered this evening as she didn’t feel much like going out. Her thoughts drifted back to the last delivery boy who had brought her dinner and she bit her bottom lip, grinning.

Chapter 4
HOT DEVIL’S FOOD CAKE
    L ondon sipped on her dark Brazilian coffee sweetened with a splash of French vanilla creme, lounging on the deck all bundled in her robe, enjoying the morning sun. The leaves rustled and she watched a few fall from the trees, gracefully drifting to the ground. The cool breeze smelled of autumn already and she reflected on how quickly this summer had slipped away. She was glad that she’d decided to take a couple days off. She had been inundated for months, working long hours assisting the attorneys with a landmark case. When she could grab just a little time for herself here and there, she had taken long walks through her favorite park, did some swimming, and had conversations with Deacon at least weekly, but he was swamped at work too. Now that the relentless litigation at her firm was finally over, and the verdict was a huge win for the firm, she could breathe a sigh of relief. She was determined to spend some extra time focusing on herself again before the dreaded winter months arrived, and with them, more grueling hours at the office occupying most of her time.
    She had attempted to call Deacon to video chat this morning, but he was unavailable, again. She had so enjoyed theirwebcam encounters, and even his rather unusual demands like touching her button or taking her toy and sliding it deep inside her while using another toy to massage her. Their remote fantasy world had become the highlight of her weeks. But during the past month, he had now missed two out of three of their online “dates” and she was becoming concerned about the distance between them withering away at their connection. The last time they’d spoken, she sensed a coolness about him that left her feeling confused.
    She shook off her uneasy thoughts of her lover and went inside to warm up with a hot shower. She decided to dress somewhat casually for once in blue jeans, a sexy, low-cut lacy white top with a ruffled black cardigan sweater, silky scarf, and black boots. She swept some of her long dark locks back with a hair clip, allowing just a few unruly wisps to escape and curl back down around her face, accenting her dangly diamond earrings. Feeling frisky, she tried to reach Deacon one more time. No answer.
    She took the long stroll across the estate to check the mail. Among the junk mail was a letter from her doctor reminding her to schedule her mammogram. This time of year always made her feel helpless and emotional as she thought back to losing her grandmother. Grams had procrastinated about her mammogram for a few years and she paid the ultimate price for her indiscretion. When the doctor discovered that she had breast cancer, it was too late and there was nothing they could do to save her. Grams was gone just six months later. London felt a chill and her heart ached all over again with the devastation of knowing that Grams might have been around for at least a few more years had they caught it earlier.
    She swept away the tears streaming down her cheeks and marched back into the house. She immediately picked up thephone and called to schedule her appointment. To her surprise, the receptionist said they had just received a cancellation for that afternoon, so they could get her right in at 1:00 p.m. She grabbed a whipped chocolate yogurt for a quick snack and headed out.
    She decided not to put the convertible top down today. She drove solemnly to the appointment, feeling vulnerable as she listened