Krissi was in a rare mood. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt quite like this. Happy to have her homework done and to have Ruger in her apartment. She was playful. He’d promised not to interfere with her homework, and he hadn’t. Now that it was done, she wanted nothing more than to unfold her bed, toss some blankets on it, and crawl all over him. Instead, she took a couple bowls out of the cabinet and shook her head at the direction of her thoughts.
Krissi didn’t know why she couldn’t get him off her mind, but she was glad he seemed to be having the same problem. Ruger came into the kitchen right behind her, squeezed past her, and pulled out the carton of ice cream he’d brought from the fridge. He paused with the door open, still looking inside, and then glanced at her.
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