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The kiss sent shivers through her body. Caught up in the
exhilaration of the moment, she didn't pull away when his hand slipped under
her sweater. She vaguely sensed him unfastening her bra. The whole thing felt
surreal but wonderful.
Her cell phone rang, and they both jumped.
"Ignore it," he murmured, his kisses heating a
trail down her neck.
She wanted to. His mouth was moving in a direction she
longed for, and it seemed like a rotten time to interrupt. It had to be one of
her parents. No one else would call. "I have to get it. It'll just take a
second." She reached into her jeans pocket for the phone.
"No." He rested his forehead against her shoulder.
She smiled at him, flicking open the phone."Hi, Mom."
"Deidre! Where are you? It's getting late."
She knew he could hear and rolled her eyes for his benefit.
"I told Daddy I was having dinner out. We're still
"Are you with that maintenance man?" Her mother’s
voice dripped condescension, and Deidre turned the phone away.
"Mother," she whispered with irritation, "his
name is Rick, and he's very nice. Please don’t speak about him in that
"What do we know about this Rick person?"
"What do you know about any of my dates? I'm a grown
"This is different, Deidre, and you know it. You've got
a cast on your leg and you're not able to take care of yourself right now. If
you were to get into a troubling situation, how would you handle it?"
Rick leaned back into his seat.
She smiled at him and tried to reassure her mother at the same
time. "Everything is fine. Rick is a gentleman. I'll be home soon, all
right? I'll knock on your door when I get in. Goodbye, Mom."
"Be careful!" she called. Deidre punched the off
button. "I'm sorry."
He looked at her. "You think she believes that you're
not in a troubling situation?"
"I don't know. She's usually not this way. It's just
with the accident and all…"
"I understand." He moved closer. "Now, where