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Mac did the same on the opposite side of the vast tub. “I can see why they like you. You keep to their rules even when they’re not here.”
“They’re nice people, despite being a touch over-the-top.”
“Why are you all the way over there, by the way?”
“Because I had to pour the champagne, and it’s sitting right behind me.”
“But now you’ve poured the champagne, and the distance is a problem.”
“What, you think we need the alpenhorn to communicate?”
“I just want you here.” He moved forward a little and held out his arm, and she went to him, sliding against him all slick and slippery with the foam, and he wrapped an arm around her bare, foamy wet butt to keep her in place, and it felt so sexy and good. “You’re so beautiful, Lee....”
“Me?” People didn’t say that about her. They said she had a strong face, a melodic voice, an athlete’s body, great hair. They said she was striking, or pretty—which was a real stretch, because she knew her face was way too strong for pretty.
“You’re beautiful,” he repeated. “Your eyes. Can’t decide if they’re blue or green. Your smile. So much life. The way you laugh is beautiful. Your mouth, all lush. The way you threw your head around with those earrings, first time I saw you.”
“Yeah?” She floated against him, pressed nose to nose and stole some kisses.
“That did it for me. I saw you, the way your hair bounced, dark gold and a little messy, and you had this look on your face.”
“And we talked as if we already knew each other.”
“It felt like we did. And now we really do.” He hiked her hips against his so she could feel what she was doing to him.
“We really do....” she whispered.
What happened next was fairly predictable.
What happened next had been happening a lot.
Still new.
Different every time.
Amazing every time.
That night, he stayed over, but he didn’t always. As the days went by, they both seemed to know when it was time for a little extra space. Mac needed to set up his new apartment. Lee had some heavy days of coaching junior racers, ahead of a competition tour to Europe that they were taking in February.
“February?” Mac said when she told him. “When in February?”
“We leave on the third.”
“The third, and you’re only just telling me?”
“I wasn’t not telling you. People are talking about it. I thought you might have heard.”
“Hmm. Well, I hadn’t.”
“Sorry.”
“No biggie. You’re telling me now. So you’ll be away how long?”
“Three weeks.”
“That long?”
“It’s a new thing we’re trying this season. Handpicked group, a little younger than usual.”
“Hope you have some parents going.”
“We do. I’m not organizing that side of it.”
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