He stood in the
middle, unsure of what to make. Opening his freezer, he nodded at
the sight of some frozen pizza. It had been a while since he’d had
that and it would do. Once he’d turned on the oven, he pulled out
the pizza and placed it on a cookie sheet.
While waiting for it
to heat, he went and set the table.
“Dining on the fine
china, I see,” Deyon spoke from the doorway.
He looked at the
paper plates sitting on the table and nodded. “You got it. Nothing
but the best for my girl.”
She wrapped her arms
around him. “Is that what I am, Leonardo? Your girl?”
He rotated so they
were face to face. “Have I not made that clear yet?”
She gave him a sassy
grin. “Sometimes we like to hear it more than once.”
“Noted.”
They watched Jeopardy! as they ate, having forgone the table to eat on the
couch. They played along with the contestants on the TV. Leo won in
the end but only because he’d wagered more on final than she had.
“You’re ruthless,”
she said.
Readjusting himself
on the couch so he could see more of her, he swirled the rest of his
wine in the glass before drinking it. “Yes. I can admit it. I like
to win.”
She pointed a finger
at him. “So do I, just so you know. Don’t get used to it.”
He grinned at the
challenge and said, “We’ll see.”
She sipped her own
drink then shrugged. “We’ll see how well you do when the stakes are
higher. Like strip Jeopardy.”
He almost choked.
“Strip Jeopardy?”
“Sure. What you’ve
never played?”
“You have?” One
eyebrow rose when he asked that question.
“My turn to ask the
questions, Sheriff. Besides, you can turn any game into strip
whatever, so long as you have the requirements.”
“And those would
be?”
She leaned closer
and swiped her tongue over her lips. “Willing participants.” Deyon
moved back to her original spot.
“And I think we have
those, unless I’m mistaken.”
God, she was a
tease. “Oh no. We have willing participants.”
“Good. Then that’s
all we need.”
Christ, he was ready
now. “So, tell me. Have you played it before?”
She got to her feet
and flashed him a sexy smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Yes, he would. She
went to the kitchen and came back with a plate of cookies.
“Deyon?”
“Hmm?” She bit into
one and moaned in bliss, which nearly derailed his thought.
“Answer me.”
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