WMIS 03 Play With Me by Kristen Proby Read Free Book Online Page A

early?”
    “It’s
ten am, sweetheart.”
    “I
didn’t go to bed until four,” I remind him.
    “I’m
sorry, I forgot.”
    “It’s
fine. I didn’t want to sleep my whole day away anyway.” I get up and start the
shower. “I’ll let you get back to your tape.”
    “Okay.
Do you have tomorrow off?”
    “Yeah.”
    “I
have to train in the morning until about noon, but then I want to spend the
rest of the day with you.”
    God,
his whispery voice is sexy as fuck.
    “Sure,
what do you have in mind?”
    “You’ll
find out tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at noon.”
    He
hangs up and I take a long, scalding hot shower. It wakes me up and invigorates
me. I dress in a loose, floaty black tank dress and head into the kitchen, open
my laptop on the countertop. While it wakes up, I brew some coffee.
    Thank
God for coffee.
    I
hear drilling and see the security system guys bustling about the townhouse,
one in the front and one in the back. So while they work, I decide to work a little
too, catching up on email, Facebook and bills, while I bring up my favorite
station on internet radio.
    By
the time the alarm workers are done at around six, I’m caught up with my
virtual social life, emails, made a few calls and I’m broke. Well, I will be,
anyway, when I send Sylvia her check.
    I’m
shown how to set my alarm, disable it, punch in my passcode, and call for help.
It’s incredibly scary.
    Not
the idea of being burgled, but how many damn steps I have to go through to arm
this fucker.
    When
I’m finally alone, I slip on my flip-flops and head out for a walk through the
neighborhood. I don’t know why Will is so freaked out about my safety. My
neighborhood isn’t that bad. It’s just an average, middle-class area of
Seattle. In fact, the majority of my subdivision is townhomes. Some are condos,
and most are single or childless couples who live there. Surrounding us are
single family homes, all rather cookie-cutter, built in the last five years or
so.
    It’s
not the freaking ghetto.
    But
if it helps him sleep at night, whatever.
    It’s
unseasonably warm for a late-summer day in Seattle. There’s not a cloud hanging
in the bright blue sky, and the trees are just barely starting to turn yellow.
Before we know it, they’ll turn red and then fall, leaving the trees bare.
    I
wave hello to my neighbor and cross the street to my house, to see Will sitting
on my front steps, elbows braced on his jean-clad knees, wearing a black Nike
t-shirt and black Oakley sunglasses. I can’t see his eyes, but his mouth is
tilted in a half smile and I can feel him watch me saunter up to him.
    As
I get closer I put a bit more swing in my hips, enjoying the way the dress
floats around my thighs, and grin down at him.
    “I
thought you were picking me up tomorrow at noon.” I plant my hands on my hips
and try to look stern, but it so doesn’t work. I’m happy to see him after his
trip to San Francisco.
    “I
am. But I decided to drop by, make sure the alarm was installed okay.” He
reaches his hand out for mine and pulls me into his lap. I squeal in surprise
and then giggle and wrap my arms around his neck.
    “Is
that the only reason?” I smile up at him and tug his Oakleys off. His blue eyes
are happy and hot.
    “I
needed to see you,” he whispers and hugs me hard, burying his face in my neck
and breathing me in.
    God
he feels good.
    “I
missed you,” he murmurs and kisses my cheek, then pulls back and looks me in
the eye again. “How are you?”
    “I’m
good. It was a busy weekend at work, between football games and deliveries and
those pesky things we call patients.” I giggle and push my hand through his
dark blonde hair. It’s soft and feels so good, I do it again. “Seriously, thank
you, for everything you did for the kids, and for me, this past week. It far
surpassed anything any of us were expecting.”
    “So,
you watched the game? Not just half-time?” He smiles, but I can tell he’s
hopeful that I did, that I watched