Page 95 of When to Call a Blitz

I stop in my tracks, not sure what to say. “Uhh, yeah. She’s here. But she’s working on something for me.”

Juniper doesn’t look quite convinced but gathers her things with a huff anyway.

Once I have my coffee on, I allow myself to think for a moment. The hum of the coffee maker and the steady stream of it emptying into my cup feels like my kind of meditation.

I feel brand new. Like I woke up this morning in a new body, living a new life, ready for new experiences.

New experiencesbeing Heidi.

Since it’s Tuesday and I don’t have practice, I gather Juniper’s belongings and get her into the car. I leave a note on the counter for Heidi when she wakes up, ensuring that she doesn’t panic when she can’t find anyone.

The trip to the school is quick, but Juniper pouts in the backseat the whole time. “What’s wrong, Bug?”

“Nothing.”

“Juniper.”

She shakes her head. “Nothing.”

I watch her hop out of the car with a sigh, and I don’t move until she’s through the doors. A car lays on its horn behind me, and I head home.

The second I walk through the door, I spot Heidi walking around the family room with one of my shirts on, and I pray to god that there’s nothing underneath.

“Hey,” I smile, kicking off my shoes and peeling off my jacket.

She sits on the couch, cup of coffee in hand, and smiles at me, sending butterflies through my whole body. “Hey.”

“The coffee okay?”

I walk over to her, bending over to kiss her forehead. Her eyes close as she leans into it, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “I warmed it back up and it was still great,” she assures me.

“Good.”

I grab my own, sticking it in the microwave for a couple of seconds before joining her on the couch.

“What are your plans for the day?” I ask, taking a sip.

She leans her head back against the couch cushions. “Well, my ankle is,” she twists it in the air, “Okay, I guess. I don’t know. So I should probably,” a little smirk forms on her lips as she shrugs. “Stay here today.”

A large grin spreads across mine. “Is that so?”

She nods.

“And what exactly do you suppose we do?”

“I could think of some things.”

“We could work on the car. Do some pushups,” I list.

Heidi’s eyes narrow. “I’m not sure about that one. I was thinking more along the lines of us in your bed all day. Preferably naked.”

I gasp. “That’s extremely impure, Heidi, don’t you think?”

“When it comes to you, I don’t think I’ve been pure a day in my life, Emmett.”

“This is news to me.”

“Is it?” she challenges with a smile. “Your thighs are literally,” she gestures toward them, but her words don’t come. “They’re like… that.”

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