Southern Justice, Part 36
I’m Fixin’ To present part 36 of Southern Justice:
Chris Adams pulled into his driveway a few minutes before nine o’clock, and Patty was already there. He punched the garage door remote, pulled alongside her old Honda and motioned for her to pull into the double garage alongside of him. When she got out of her car he was delighted to see she had an overnight bag in her hand. As they stood in the garage smiling at each other, she noticed his eyes drop to her bag and said, “I brought something else which also might make you happy.”
“What,?” Chris asked.just before she waved a box of pizza over her head.
Later, that evening after their breathing and heartbeats had reduced to a normal level, while they lay exhausted and trembling, listening to soft music Patty asked, “Will you please tell me what you’re thinking?”
“I was thinking that I was all wrong about you,” Chris answered.
“What do you mean—in what way?”
“At first I thought you might be a spy from the enemy camp.”
Patty raised up, propped her head in her palm supported by an elbow on the bed, leaned over, gave him a soft kiss before saying, “Well, you know better now, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do,” Chris whispered softly. “Now, what were you thinking?”
Without any hesitation Patty answered, “I was thinking of how much trouble you would be in if any other woman ever gets into this bed!”
They giggled while snuggling into sleeping positions. Just before drifting off Patty asked Chris how he woke up in the mornings.
Still whispering, Chris told her, “I have a service that calls me, which I probably won’t be able to afford any more if your boss’ client steals our company.”
“Don’t worry. We won’t let that happen,” she whispered back.
Chris gave her a little squeeze and said, “Did you know you’re the most exciting woman I’ve ever known?”
“No, but I do know that’s the nicest thing anyone ever said to me.”
Chris’ wake up service used music to wake him up every morning. It was always different, sometimes coordinating with the time of the year or even the weather outside. Appropriately, that morning after his first night with Patty, it was Etta James crooning At Last my Love has Arrived.
By seven o’clock he had showered and was dressed for work when he gently awakened Patty with a steaming cup of coffee.
She sat up in bed, pushed pillows behind her, pulled her hair back and accepted the coffee jest before she said, “Oh my, look at you. You’re already dressed. What time is it?”
“It’s about seven. I usually get to work around seven-thirty or eight. How about you? What time do you go in?”
“Nobody shows up at the law office until nine or ten, but I’m going in early today,” Patty replied and then took a long and delicious sip of her coffee. “I have lots to do. Today could be my last day there.”
Chris glanced at his watch and said, “Listen I would love to climb back into the sack, but I have lots to do, too. I’ll leave the garage door remote on top of you car so you can close the door when you leave.”
“Where shall I leave it?” Patty asked.
“Just keep it so you can let yourself in tonight. I’ll see you around six or seven. Can I have a goodbye kiss?”
From the window, Patty watched Chris’ car pull out of the driveway. She could still feel his kiss, taste him and smell the clean and fresh scent of his cologne.
Reluctantly, she pushed the thoughts of him from her mind and sprang into action. After a long shower she styled her new haircut, made up her face exactly as the makeup artist had taught her, donned a smart new form-fitting suit with a matching blouse, and was on the road a little past eight.
When Patty pulled into the empty parking lot of the law office she knew she had about an hour before anyone else arrived, and that was all the time she needed.
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