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voice. With a jerk I shook my head, lowing my eyes from Crabby’s intense stare. When his hand pushed the hair away from my face, my breath left me as I once more turned towards his face, which was now lowering. The taste of Crabby’s mouth on mine has my hands itching to reach out and touch him. As the kiss deepens, I find myself relaxing against the pillow and I give in to temptation and stroke his back. My fingers sliding underneath his T-shirt to stroke his hot flesh.
     
    Crabby’s moan mingled with mine as his hand snaked under the bedclothes to push under my nightgown. Satisfaction purred through me as I realize I wasn’t the only affected. When Crabby’s hand found my breast and he flicked the nipple, I release another groan and push my body further into his touch. When Crabby broke the kiss, I gave a whimper of protest and attempted to drag his lips back on to mine.
     
    “Now you know the answer Apple-Pie.”

Chapter 6
    “Are you ready?”
    “Yes.”
    “There’s no going back Apple-Pie.”
    We were at the hospital doors about to step into the sunlight. Parked a few meters away was the van I’d borrowed from the Club. Apple-Pie’s face was lit up like a Christmas tree. Blue eyes sparkling as she glanced up from the wheelchair. As I studied her face, I knew I had found my soul mate.
    “No going back Crabby.”
    The apartment Apple-Pie is renting is not far from the club. It has a small garden, which I was going to fix up with a bench and table, so that Apple-Pie can sit outside while she recovers. It may be winter; however, the weather was still decent enough to enjoy. On our arrival, the street I discovered was deserted of any traffic. Disappointment swept through me as I was hoping Laura would have shown up. After all, I’d passed the address on to Quick Draw and Rayven, telling them roughly what time we would be home. Home, Apple-Pie and I had a home. Still reeling because of the lack of welcome, and knowing Apple-Pie must be disillusioned, I force myself to smile as I carry Apple-Pie from the van, and stride to the first floor apartment. The smile quickly became genuine when our journey became hampered by Apple-Pie’s constant touching and kisses she was freely planting all over my neck.
    “Well Apple-Pie.”
    As I kick the door open, I smile down at my dark-haired nymph, who was gaily smiling back at me. Mischief lurking in her eyes and before moving on, I place a long wet kiss on her openly inviting mouth. The kiss was anything but innocent as she reciprocated. Meeting my tongue explicitly with her own as her hands wrapped in my short hair. Her body turning slightly into mine. Begrudgingly I broke the kiss to smile down at the woman in my arms.
    “This is it.”
    “My stomach’s twisting Crabby.”
    “So’s mine. Are you ready?”
    “Yes.”
    Still, I hesitate before I enter the apartment. Once more I glance down at Apple-Pie.
    “Any regrets?”
    “None.”
    “Okay Mrs Emily Theriot. Welcome to your new home.”
    “You too, Mr Christopher Theriot.”
    As I step over the threshold with Apple-Pie, I swiftly glance around the room, smiling when I see the flowers alongside a bottle of champagne on the small coffee table. As I place Apple-Pie on the sofa, she stretches over to the table, removing the card, laughing as she read who they were from.
    “Did you know about these?”
    Carelessly I shake my head, as I ruffle the hair on Apple-Pie’s head.
    “Who are they from?”
    “Sugar Jay.”
    All of a sudden Apple-Pie’s blue eyes were touched with apprehension as she continues to stroke the card.
    “Will Sundance and Sugar Jay be in a lot of trouble for standing up for us?”
    With her glass of champagne in her hand, Apple-Pie is staring at the contents and not at me. Gently I raise her chin and smile, albeit it is a weak smile, but I manage to produce one for her.
    “Sundance knew what I was asking and could have turned me down.”
    “I’m glad he didn’t.”
    Apple-Pie’s smile