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J.J. gave a low whistle as he looked at the weather app on his phone. “You going anywhere today?”
“Hmm?” Sissy, keeping her eyes closed, snuggled closer to J.J.
“Wind is supposed to kick up by this afternoon, dropping the temps.”
“It’s November in Wyoming. The wind always blows, and I mean that in both connotations, and the temps have to reflect our official autumn season.”
J.J. set his phone aside and slid further under the blankets, wrapping his arms around Sissy’s soft, lush body. “Just two kinds of blows, huh?”
Her laughter had him smiling, then groaning as she kissed her way down his torso to prove she knew of one other use of the word.
An hour later, convinced he could start every day with the weather report, J.J. rolled from the warmth of the bed into a hot shower. He prom
