Page 106 of Sweet Harmony

Grace crossedher arms over her chest. “I don’t have a key to his place.”

“I’ll give youmine,” Kira said. “Please, Gracie? Poor Tank has been in the houseall day. He’s hungry and he’s gotta pee.”

“Yeah, fine,okay. I’ll go,” Grace said.

“Great!” Kirasmiled happily at her before saying into the phone, “Gideon? Graceis gonna check on Tank. I’ll give her my key to your place, okay?What? No, don’t be silly. She doesn’t mind. Why would she mind?Listen, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”

She ended thecall and dug her keys out of her purse, taking off one of them andhanding it to Grace. “This is Gideon’s house key. Tank’s food is inthe pantry, lower shelf. He gets five cups of dry food. Just lethim out into the backyard to pee, you don’t have to take him for awalk or anything. Okay?”

“Okay,” Gracesaid. She rubbed delicately at her temples and Kira gave her aguilty look.

“I’m sorry, areyou sure you don’t mind doing this? I know you’re reallytired.”

“No, it’s fine.Tank needs to be let out and it’s not like I’m going to sleepanyway, right?” Grace took the key from her. “Good luck at yourshowing, text me and let me know how it goes.”

* * *

She was inGideon’s house. No big deal. She’d been in his house before. Sure,it was always with Kira, but so what? Gideon knew she was here. Itwasn’t like she was sneaking in or spying on him or something.

She opened theback door and looked for Tank. She rubbed her thigh where the fleshstill stung. The minute she’d stepped into Gideon’s house, Tank hadcome flying toward her. She’d gotten him to sit before he couldknock her over, but as she was leading him to the back door, hismadly-wagging tail had whacked her a few times on the thigh. She’dbe lucky if she didn’t have a bruise tomorrow.

Tank wassniffing the fence line along the back of the yard and she calledhis name. He snapped his head up, his big goofy grin making hersmile as his wagging tail thudded out a booming rhythm against thefence.

“C’mon, bigguy,” she said. “Time to eat.”

The big dogbounded across the yard and straight into the house, knocking heragainst the wall as he rushed past her. She followed him to thekitchen where he was already sitting next to his dog dish by thepantry door, his tongue lolling from his mouth.

She measuredout the five cups of dog food, it filled the bowl to the brim, andset it in front of him. He stared at her, his tail thumping againstthe floor and she made a go on motion. “Eat, Tank.”

He chuffedhappily and stuck his face in his food dish. She left the kitchenand walked past the living room and down the narrow hallway to thefirst door on the right. It was Gideon’s office and she studied hispin-neat desk, the books arranged by size and colour in hisbookshelf, and the certificates that lined the wall behind hisdesk.

She liked herplace tidy, but Gideon was a total neat-freak. How he kept hisplace so clean with a giant, slobbery, hairy dog, she’d neverknow.

The door on theleft was a half-bath. She used it and washed her hands beforehesitating at the bottom of the stairs. She could hear Tank stillcrunching away and she climbed the stairs, walking past the guestroom that was actually a home gym, and the guest bathroom beforestopping at the end of the hallway.

Gideon’sbedroom door was closed, and she cast a guilty look behind herbefore opening the door and stepping inside. Her gaze wasimmediately glued to the king size bed centered between the twowindows on the far wall. Although his bedroom was as neat and tidyas the rest of his house, he, weirdly, hadn’t made his bed.

She stared fora long time at his unmade bed before walking slowly toward it. Shesat down on the side of the bed, staring at the door to the masterbathroom before kicking off her shoes and lying in his bed.

Gracie! Whatare you doing?

She turned herhead and buried her face into his pillow, inhaling deeply. Itsmelled like him and her pussy immediately went wet. She clampedher legs together, resisting the urge to shove her hand down herpants, and inhaled again.

She turned onher side and reached down to grab the covers, pulling them up toher shoulders and burying her face in his pillow again.

Oh my god,Grace. Get out of his bed. Right now. Have you lost your damnmind?

She yawned andclosed her eyes. It was so nice to be in his bed. It was stupidlycomfortable, and Gideon’s scent was oddly relaxing. She yawnedagain, tucking her hand under his pillow and wiggling into a morecomfortable position.

For the firsttime in days, she felt sleepy. Hell, she was more than just sleepy.Her eyelids felt like they had bricks weighing them down and everymuscle in her body felt as rubbery as a noodle.

She would justhave a short nap. Gideon wouldn’t be home for a few hours. She’dnap for an hour or so and then go home. He’d never know she was aweirdo freak who slept in his bed.

* * *

“Wake up,Grace.”

Her eyelidsfluttered open and she stared blearily at Gideon. He was lying onhis side in the bed next to her and a soft smile crossed her face.“Hi, Gideon.”

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