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pretty sure that itty bitty spark might be having
Jude Ortiz in my house.  Or maybe it could be Jude Ortiz being bossy telling me
to lock my doors and set my alarm.  Scaring me even more was the possibly it
could just be both.

Chapter 4 - Making A Decision
     
    For the second time today, I’m standing on Gabby’s porch
pressing the bell.  If she doesn’t look out the fucking window before opening
the door, I might have to turn her over my knee.  At the same time, I’m trying
to think about how I’m going to talk to her about Trevor Harper and how she
needs to take extra precautions until we find him.  I need to get that done
before we go to the draft.  I only said yes to the draft so I could see Gabby
again, I haven’t been in a Fantasy Football League since I was deployed.  But
her cousin seems to be a decent guy, clearly has Gabby’s back, so when he asked
if I’d draft a team at the last minute, I took my opportunity.  I thought about
filling him in on what’s going on with Trevor Harper, but decided to talk to
Gabby about it first since she at least had a security system in place and if
she used it, she should be okay for today. 
    I hear the dog again and a moment later I see Gabby peek out
the window to look at me.  I have to say, I’m relieved she’s capable of
following directions.  I lift my head to her, she disappears out of the window,
I hear her throw the lock and she swings the door open.  
    “Hey,” she says softly. 
    Shit, she’s beautiful.  She’s wearing makeup now, but not
too much, her dark blonde hair has been smoothed into long waves down her
shoulders to the middle of her back.  The front of her hair, coming just below
her nose, has fallen slightly over her forehead and I see her hand come up to
tuck it behind her ear.  She’s wearing a black New Orleans Saints faded but
definitely girlie t-shirt because it hugs her tits and torso perfectly.  She’s
got on a tight faded jean skirt, not too short but hits her above the knees. 
She’s barefoot again.  As my eyes make the slow trek back up to her face, I
notice her attention is on the dog who is again circling my feet wanting my
attention. 
    “Mia,” she calls.  I look down at the dog, which now has two
ridiculous fucking bows on its head, one over each ear.  “Come on, baby,” she
calls softly again and the dog goes to her immediately.  “You want to come in
for a sec? I need to grab the food,” she says to me.
    “Yeah,” I answer, following her into the house.  She turns
to the left, immediately my eyes go directly to her ass where there’s sparkly
shit on the back pockets of her jean skirt.  Thinking that I haven’t had a
‘type’ in a long time but Gabby just might be it, my eyes go from her ass to
look around her house.  It’s pretty damn big and I’m wondering again if she
lives here by herself.  We move through a huge room filled with a shitload of
furniture and windows all along the back of the house.  The backyard is deep
and wide surrounded by a rod iron fence with lots of landscaping that looks out
onto a lake.  I’m an outdoors kind of guy and have never been big on
subdivisions, but there’s enough nature through those windows to almost make
you forget you have neighbors. 
    Gabby cuts into my thoughts and says, “I was thinking, you
really don’t have to take me to the draft.  I’ll drive and you can follow me. 
I have no idea why it takes so long to pick football players, but those guys
really get into it and it can go late.”
    I look over at her and she’s moving around the enormous
kitchen with her back to me as she’s trying to get out of coming with me to the
draft.  Deciding to change the subject on her, I ask, “Do you live here alone? 
You’ve got a sweet house, sugar, but it’s big for one person.”
    She comes to a dead halt where she’s standing with the
refrigerator open and is in the middle of reaching for something.  I call to
her, “Gabby?”
    She