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Mel rested her chin on her palm and stared at him. “So you’re really attracted to me?”

“Yeah, babe, can’t you tell by how much I want to have sex with you? I think about you all the time. You’re the first thing I think about when I wake up.”

They’d finished their meal, and she moved to sit on his lap. “I enjoy being with you. I don’t know what forces brought us together, but I feel like they’ve been working to keep us together since the day we met.”

His lips brushed over hers, and he stood, setting her on the ground after giving her a gentle squeeze.

"If we don't go inside, I'm going to take you right now. You didn't put a bra on, which I love, but I can see your nipples, and I want to pull your shirt off and feast on you."

She raised her eyebrows as his eyes widened. "Again, already?"

“Yeah, babe. We have time to make up for.”

“Let’s get to it,” Mel said as she headed for the door, laughing when Andy reached for her and pinched her butt.

Being with Andy was perfect. He knew how to make her laugh and how to bring her joy. They were good together. She had found a man who was strong and smart and perfect for her. Nothing would ever pull them apart. She knew they were in this for life.

Chapter 29

Mel was amazed that her week at work was so good. She had a doctor's appointment at three on Friday and was given a clean bill of health. Her arm was sore but would heal.

No one had shown up at their house or the bank. Nothing weird had happened, and she was beginning to relax. With the presser dying down, she was looking forward to spending the weekend having fun with Andy and his friends.

They were planning on heading to Harry’s pool because there was a locked gate that would keep strangers out. Andy wasn’t so worried about someone attacking her that she wasn’t allowed to have a life. She didn’t want to think what would happen if someone came after her at work. The police were dropping by the bank more often, which kept the criminal element away, she guessed. At least she kept telling herself that to make going to work not so scary.

On Sunday, she planned on cleaning out her old apartment. April’s mother was showing up on Monday, and Mel wanted all of her stuff out of the place so she didn’t have to go back once it was empty.

When she arrived home, Andy was just pulling into the driveway. She met him in front of their vehicles and gave him a big kiss. Being with him always made her feel good.

“I have fish I picked up today,” Andy said.

“Awesome. I love fish.”

They headed inside and she changed before going out to the kitchen. Andy had set the fish package on the counter, and she opened it, looking forward to cooking some good fish for dinner.

Something washed over her, making her belly feel like she was on a rocking boat that was tossing her around. Heat flashed and her knees grew weak. She moved to touch the fish, and revulsion so deep sprang up she almost didn't make it to the sink. Andy walked in and gasped as she held her hair back and emptied the contents of her stomach down the drain.

“Mel, what’s wrong?”

She washed off her face and wiped it with a paper towel before turning to face Andy. “I don’t know. I was trying to fix the fish, and I just felt weird.”

“Go sit down. I’ll do the fish.”

Guilt surfaced, but the idea of touching the fish was so repulsive she had to leave the kitchen, but not before she grabbed a sleeve of crackers. She sat on the couch, wondering what was wrong with her. The doctor's office had said she looked great. Maybe she had picked up a twenty-four-hour bug at the bank or the doctor's office. She didn't want her sickness to ruin the weekend.

She took a bite of the first cracker, and it made her feel better. While Andy worked in the kitchen, she ate half the sleeve before she realized it.

Andy put the fish on the grill while she sat on the couch, wondering if she was going to get sick again. When he finished making the fish, she headed into the kitchen but just the sight of the fish made her want to barf.

“I’m sorry. I know you got that fish because I said I wanted some, but I can’t even look at it.”

Andy came over and pulled her into a hug. “Don’t feel guilty. I can eat this whole thing. Do you want anything else to eat?”

Her stomach rolled, and Andy must have seen something in her expression because he dropped the subject of food.

"Go relax on the couch, and I'll be in there in a bit. I’m going to eat this outside."

Guilt filled her because she wanted to spend time with Andy. She was about to tell him she would sit at the table with him, but just the thought of the fish was making her queasy.