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“Okay. I will set everything up.” I can hear him typing on his computer in the background, no doubt already working on it. “There is just one other thing, boss.”
I start to reprimand him, but I suppose I can handle ‘boss’.
“What is that?”
“Have you checked the weather?”
“No, why?”
“It looks like you two are in for one hell of a storm.”
Chapter 16
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Chloe
“You want to go out, for the first time, in this weather?”
Max turns away from the table where we just finished lunch and looks out the window of the living room to the absolute deluge of rain that is pouring down, then shrugs. “Why not?”
“For one thing, you could slip and reinjure yourself, and I don’t fancy going to the emergency room when you fall,” I answer, ignoring his sarcasm.
He winces unconsciously at the thought butdoesn’t let up.
“With an expert nurse like you at my side, I am sure I will be just fine.”
“It is really coming down out there, and if the weather report is to be believed, it is going to get much worse.”
“How bad can it get?”
As if on cue, a loud boom of thunder shakes the entire house. I raise my eyebrows at him.
“Okay, fine. What if we go for a swim instead?” I look out at the pool which is nearly overflowing with all the water that it is receiving right now. “The indoor pool. Downstairs,” he clarifies.
“Even though I am sure we are safe from the lightning down there, I still don’t feel comfortable swimming during a thunderstorm.”
“What about the game room?” he asks as if he is only just remembering the room himself. This house is so big that I wouldn’t be surprised.
“I suppose some games would be alright as long as we don’t get too rough.”
“I can’t make any promises,” Max says brazenly, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
If only he knew just how willing I would be to get a little rough with him.
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“Ha!” I shout at the top of my lungs, my breathing labored and sweat beading on my forehead. “I got you!”
“Damn!” Maxwell shouts as the puck clinks into his goal, just as invested in the game of air hockey as I am.
We have been upstairs in the game room for the last four hours, and the time has simply flown by. When he mentioned his game room, I imagined gaming consoles and big screen televisions. It never crossed my mind that he would have a full-blown personal arcade. There is basically every game you could imagine, including air hockey, skee ball, ping pong, foosball, darts, shuffleboard, you name it. Not to mention the rows of retro pinball machines and arcade cabinets with classic video games like Tetris, Pac-Man, and Space Invaders. I never took Max for such a playful man, but he clearly has a passion for these games.
The only break we have taken so far was when Max went down to the kitchen to get us some water. It was odd how insistent he was, quickly stopping me when I offered to go instead. I assume it is just him wanting to do things on his own again now that his body is recovering.
I grab one of the bottles he brought back for us and take a long drink of the cold water as he does the same.
“Another game?” I ask once I am done drinking.
