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Bright sunlight filtered into Daniel s room, shining directly on his face. He squinted
as he rolled over to look at the clock. Eleven. Daniel couldn t recall the last time he d
slept so late.
He sat up and stretched his arms, his neck full of knots. Last night s exertion had left
a satisfying ache running through his body. Throwing back the comforter he spied a small
handwritten note next to him. He smiled as he read what could only be Shannon s
looping script. Hey sleepyhead, breakfast is in the oven.
He knew Matt hadn t written it, the young man didn t dot his I s with little hearts.
Daniel threw on a pair of low-slung jeans and a silk shirt.
Entering the kitchen he smelled the mouthwatering aroma of bacon and eggs. His
stomach growled its approval.
Sitting at the table, he began eating with gusto. Shannon was a fabulous cook. He
decided he was going to have to increase the amount of time he spent at the gym if she
kept feeding him like this.
Laughter, both male and female floated through the window. Daniel froze as he
realized his lovers had not gone home. He d expected them to be long gone. They always
left him in the wee hours, presumably to go home and cuddle away the early morning. He
carefully placed his dishes in the dishwasher. Slipping on shoes, he stopped long enough
at the mirror to finger comb his hair into its customary messy elegance.
He stepped outside and followed the laughter around to the side of his house. There,
flinging soap at each other, were Shannon and Matt. Washing his Jag. He winced as he
imagined little scratches and dings from their silly antics.
He crossed his arms over his broad chest. What do you two think your doing with
my very expensive, custom-built piece of driving performance? The hose dropped and
Shannon and Matt looked like two kids caught raiding the cookie jar. Daniel tried his best
to look pissed but at their anxious, guilty expressions he started laughing.
The looks on your faces& Man that s priceless.
Shannon reached down into the bucket and scooped up a soapy sponge, whipping it
expertly through the air, hitting Daniel squarely in the chest.
Daniel s eyes narrowed in outrage. She placed a hand over her mouth, her eyes
widening in horror as she realized he was wearing one of his expensive silk shirts.
Daniel feigned anger, and advanced threateningly on her.
You seem to have a bad habit of throwing things at me, Angel. Matt laughed at
them, eyes sparking almost as blue as Daniel s as he leaned back against the gleaming
car. Rushing her in a sudden movement, Daniel wrapped his arms around Shannon,
smacking her firmly on the ass before maneuvering her backwards into Matt s arms.
He raised his eyebrows to Matt in a silent challenge. Matt s arms came around
Shannon, locking her to his chest. Daniel bent down and picked up the hose. Shannon
shook her head at the look of wicked glee on Daniel s face.
You re a bad girl, Angel, a very bad girl indeed.
She was still wearing his dress shirt, and Daniel placed the hose up underneath it,
spraying it full blast. She shrieked with laughter and struggled in Matthew s arms as the
shirt instantly became transparent and plastered against her skin. Her nipples went taut
from the cold and burgeoning arousal.
He placed his knee between her thighs, rubbing her clit through her tiny panties. He
kissed her hungrily, exploring her lovely mouth, sipping water from her lips. One hand
slid behind her to rest on Matt s shoulder, squeezing it. He drew his mouth from
Shannon s and leaned over her shoulder, placing his mouth on Matthew s chin. As Matt
ducked his head to capture Daniel s lips with his own, Shannon let out a scream. Matt fell
back against the car laughing as he watched Daniel place the hose against Shannon s
pussy and turn it on.
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At first Daniel couldn t pinpoint what was wrong when he walked through his door.
It took a moment of standing, listening to the silence, to realize what was missing.
Shannon.
She wasn t in the kitchen singing bad eighties music. She hadn t run to plaster
herself in his arms, completely sure of her welcome. There were no savory smells wafting
through the house. It felt & empty.
Daniel flashed back to his childhood. Was this how his father had felt every time his
mother took up with another man? His knee-jerk reaction was to pour a drink and dig out
his black book. If Shannon wanted something more than him, well, he d have a little
something more himself.
He was halfway across the room when sanity returned. Shannon was not his mother,
and he was not in love with her, so it wouldn t matter if she was. But she wasn t, and her
absence could only mean something ominous. Walking through the house, looking for
any sign she d been there, he yanked out his cell phone and hit speed dial.
Yo, Matt s cheerful voice filled Daniel with more relief than he cared to
contemplate.
You and Shannon aren t coming over tonight? The question came out a little more
ragged than he d intended, and Daniel desperately tried to smooth out his voice before
Matthew realized the depths of his upset.
We aren t? Matt sounded confused, and Daniel felt his worry escalate.
I assumed not. Shannon isn t here, and by now she s usually got my kitchen in an
uproar, and is assaulting some poor defenseless oldie.
Daniel, when she left for school this morning, the plan was for us to meet at your
place tonight. That s where I was headed when I get out of here. Matt now sounded as
worried as Daniel felt, but somehow that was no comfort.
Okay, Matt continued, you call her condo and I ll call mine. Hopefully she s in
one of those places. He made a low, impatient noise. If she d just agree to carry a damn
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