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headed towards the bathroom.
    “ Maybe next weekend,” Jason said around what sounded like a mouthful of her peanut butter cups.
    “ What’s going on next weekend?” she asked with a frown as she grabbed her clothes, wondering why they needed to come back this way next weekend.
    “ We’re going home,” he said, coming up behind her and tossed the empty bag in the small trashcan beneath the sink.
    “ What are you talking about?” she asked, grabbing the hotel issued toothbrush and toothpaste.
    He stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against him. “Our honeymoon’s not over yet, sweetheart,” he said, turning his head so that he could kiss the side of her neck.
    “ Honeymoon?” she asked, biting back a smile until she realized that a honeymoon wasn’t a possibility, at least not yet.
    Getting time off right now was not a possiblity, not when they’d just started the school year. They might be able to manage to call in sick tomorrow, but they’d just end up spending most of the day on the road, fighting rush hour traffic to get home. If they were going to take tomorrow off, she’d rather go home now so that they could spend all day in bed. That was something at least, she thought with a little sigh as she turned her head and met Jason’s lips.
    “ We could plan something for Christmas,” she said, really liking the idea of curling up with him in front of a roaring fire in a cabin somewhere deep in the woods.
    “ We’re not putting this off,” he said, brushing his lips against hers.
    “ We have to go to work tomorrow,” she reminded him as she started to brush her teeth.
    “ No, we don’t,” he said, pulling on his boxers.
    “ If we want to keep our jobs we do,” she grumbled, wishing that she could say the hell with it and stay in bed with Jason for the next month or two, but they couldn’t.
    “ We’re on leave until next Monday,” Jason announced with a shrug as he pulled on his pants.
    She froze, mid-brush. “I’m sorry. What’s this now?” she asked, pulling the toothbrush out of her mouth, sure that she’d misheard him. There was no way that he’d said what she’d thought she’d heard.
    “ I called yesterday and arranged for us to get a week off,” he said, taking the toothbrush from her.
    “ But it’s the beginning of the year,” she pointed out, almost too afraid to ask how he’d pulled it off when the front office was notorious for refusing to grant time off unless there was a death certificate involved.
    “ I explained it to them that it was in their best interest to let me to take my wife on a real honeymoon,” he simply said as he rinsed her toothbrush off, put toothpaste on it and brushed his teeth.
    “ And they were fine with that?” she asked as she pulled on her panties and bra, knowing that there had to be more to it than that.
    “ I didn’t give them a choice,” he said, rinsing the toothbrush off and applying more toothpaste to it before handing it to her.
    “ Thanks,” she mumbled absently, taking the toothbrush from him and began brushing her teeth with a heavy sigh, knowing that if she had been the one to call to ask for time off that they would have said no and probably asked her to come in an hour early to handle bus duty.
    Damn residual pushover tendencies, she inwardly grumbled with a pout.
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    “ Tell me!” Haley cried, practically bouncing in her seat.
    “ No!” he said, chuckling when she shot him a pout, probably hoping that it would work on him, but she was forgetting that he was a Bradford and had mastered the pout by the age of three.
    “ I hate you,” she muttered, slumping in her seat with her arms folded over her chest as she glared out her window, pointedly ignoring him and making him shake his head in amusement.
    She was just so damn cute for an amateur.
    “ Would it make you feel better if I gave you a hint?” he asked, deciding to pass the time by screwing with her head for his own