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the sound of keys turning the dead bolt. She sat up and stretched
wondering if Myra had stepped out, and was letting herself back in.
    The
sun was up, shining through her living room windows. The front door opened, and
Cole walked in. He had a clean uniform on, and he looked showered.
    Blair
stared in shock for a moment before she remembered Cole had keys to her house.
Panic hit Blair, making her heart race. Had Cole come to tell her Cassie didn’t
survive? The look on her face must have been telling.
    Cole
smiled at her. “Cassie is holding her own.”
    Relief
hit Blair. “Oh thank the Goddess. You scared me.”
    Cole
closed the door. “I didn’t mean to. Myra told me she put you to bed on the
sofa, so I came to check on you and make sure you eat.” Cole walked into the
kitchen and started opening cabinets and pulling pans out.
    Blair
sat on the couch trying to figure out what was going on. Cole wasn’t yelling at
her, or putting handcuffs on her. Blair wondered if she was going to be under
arrest and locked in jail, or tossed out of town to try to survive on her own.
She never imagined Cole would come and cook her food. Wait a minute. Cole can’t cook. She stood up and wrapped the
blanket around herself. She walked into the kitchen to find Cole buttering the
pancake griddle.
    “Hungry?
You should be. It’s almost one in the afternoon.” Cole grinned at her then
poured the pancake batter on the hot griddle. It sizzled for a second. Cole
tried to flip one, but the batter ran everywhere. “Whoops.”
    He
looked at her with such a playful grin she found herself leaning towards him
for a kiss. She imagined Cole grabbing her and forcing her to submit to him,
right here. He could make her lower to her knees and unfasten his slacks. He
would pull out his long, thick shaft and stroke it. She loved how he responded
to her touch. Cole would throw back his head in a moan of pleasure while she
ran her hand over his shaft. She would take it in her mouth and take all of
him. He would hold her hair and fuck her mouth until his sweet cum filled her.
    Cole
laughed, jolting her out of her daydream. “I am used to the toaster version.”
    Blair
let out a short laugh, hoping Cole did not notice how turned on she was right
now. She wanted him, but she took the spatula, while forcing her libido to cool
down. She gave him a peck of a kiss on his cheek. “Move. Thank you for the thought.” She took over the pancakes and noticed the time on
the stove. She had slept in.
    Blair’s
home phone rang. Cole picked it up. “Sheriff Milano.”
    Blair
smiled at how he answered her phone. He was so territorial.
    “Yes,
Michael, she’s here.”
    Blair
tensed. She felt guilty for sleeping when her friend was hurt.
    “Thank
you. Yeah, call me tonight.” Cole hung up her house phone.
    “How’s
Cassie?”
    “Not
any worse. Michael said he would call again tonight.” Cole opened her
refrigerator and pulled out the orange juice and syrup.
    After
they ate Cole held her on the couch, and they watched a movie. He kept his
phone on the arm of her couch. It was a silent reminder to Blair that she was
in a lot of trouble. Any moment the bomb would drop and she would have to face
the consequences.
    ****
    Blair
jerked awake, and blinked. Cole still held her on the couch. The television
screen had changed to a screen saver, and the sun was setting. Cole’s head had
fallen back, and he snored slightly. She moved slowly, so she wouldn’t wake
him, and headed to the kitchen. Her stomach was rumbling again. If she was
hungry, she knew Cole would be starving. The man had two hollow legs, and his
favorite pastime was eating. She pulled out some sourdough bread and provolone
cheese, as well as some meat. Grilled sandwiches and a quick soup would be easy
to digest.
    She
dug around in her freezer and found some soup base she had made weeks ago. She
could add some vegetables and have a homemade soup prepared by the time their
sandwiches were