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The take-out food was surprisingly hot when it arrived, the cheese on the vegetarian lasagna and eggplant parmigiana still able to stretch from plate to mouth. Max reluctantly gave Brooke a full apron to wear for protection against drips of steaming mozzarella or tomato sauce, but the hints of her figure and the knowledge of her nakedness beneath the table made his palms sweat. He expressed reservations about the garlic bread, but Brooke just laughed and dug in. A well-aged cab-merlot was the perfect complement.
They had each other for dessert. And then again after a little more wine and languorous caresses.
Was it simply because they’d been apart for months? Or did they have a sense of time running out on them? That was an ugly thought, and he pushed it away.
Afterward, they sat pr
