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Sean looked at Sawyer and grinned. “You’re next.”

Sawyer shook his head. “Not happening. I only see patients these days. I don’t get out much and would have likely ordered something to be delivered if Sean hadn’t summoned me here.”

“Maybe we should take you on a vacation and find you a woman there,” Sean joked.

Sawyer waved his arms in the air vigorously. “No. Nope. No way. Not a chance. I learned my lesson. I may not ever go on another vacation ever again. I won’t be going in the mountains, I won’t be going camping, or anything else.”

Everyone laughed.

“Was it that bad?” Sebastian asked.

“Worse. I might be a man of science, but I’m never going to discount any place that’s labeled as cursed again,” Sawyer said.

“That’s really too bad,” Zac said. “I was thinking of organizing a pack field trip to some local haunted places. You know the St. James Hotel in Cimarron, about an hour away from here. Zak Bagans and his crew fromGhost Adventuresdid an investigation there, so it must be good.”

Sawyer set his fork on his plate and folded his napkin, dropping it on the plate, too, before he answered. “It’s permanently closed. I’m good, anyway.”

It was starting to get late, so they settled their bill and went their separate ways. Sawyer drove past Abby’s house. The living room light was on, and he was tempted to stop by and say hello. Then, she would invite him in, they would talk, and likely things would happen that shouldn’t.

With a feeling of deep regret, he went home, wishing that he had stopped. Instead, he jumped into a cold shower and purposely thought of everything else under the sun besides his sweet, sexy nurse.

5

Abby

Abby had just gotten home Friday night when Xyla called.

“Hey. My friends Beth, Savvy, and Jade are hanging out at Beth’s place tomorrow. They asked me to invite you. They’d love to meet you. You’ll adore them.”

Abby thought about it for a minute. She had been looking forward to lounging around her place, watching television, napping, and relaxing. However, it would be fun to meet some new people. She already liked Jade, so she said, “Sure. Sounds like fun. What do I need to bring?”

“How about if I pick you up at about nine and we’ll hit the grocery store. I’ll grab some macaroni salad, and you can pick up some cookies, brownies, or other dessert.”

Knowing that Xyla had been craving macaroni salad lately, Abby teased, “Is your contribution for yourself, or can others enjoy it, too?”

“You each can have a macaroni.”

“So, what your saying is, you’ll pick up some macaroni salad and I’ll buy another container of macaroni salad and some cookies.”

“That might work. At least I’m only craving that. I’ve heard that some women actually crave glass, dirt, hair, stones, and other terrible things.”

“That’s called pica-cravings. It comes from the Latin word for magpie because that bird is known to eat just about anything.”

Xyla made a gagging sound. “I remember reading about that in one of my classes. No one knows why they do that. It could be an iron deficiency or some other mineral deficiency they’re not getting from their normal diet or it could be from a physical or mental health issue.”

“Yeah. You just stick with your macaroni salad.” Abby laughed.

After they got off the phone, Abby made a couple fried egg and cheese sandwiches and then filled the bathtub with as hot water as she could stand it. She grabbed her book and slid into the bath, moaning with pleasure as the water wrapped itself around her.

Closing her eyes, she imagined that Sawyer was in the tub with her. In her mind, he was sitting behind her, his large cock filling her as he reached around and rubbed, pinched, and lightly pulled on her nipples. Her fingers found the hard nub between her legs and she rubbed it lightly.

Sawyer nibbled on her neck as she rocked back and forth with him inside of her. She could feel his hard chest behind her. Abby moaned as she felt the tingling heat build up inside of her, and she exploded all over her hand.

When the feeling subsided, she was almost disappointed to find that he wasn’t with her. It had been so real in her mind.

I really have to stop this. He’s my boss.The other part of her brain argued.This is just fantasy, and a little dreaming never hurt anyone. It’s no different than people imagining sex with movie stars or people they make up in their minds. As long as it stays in your mind, you’re fine.

Groaning, she dried her hands off on the small towel she kept by the bathtub and picked up her book. She allowed the author to take her away to a haunted theater until the water started to get cold.

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