Page 49 of The Air You Breathe

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DARCY

Apparently after I passed out from the two amazing orgasms, Evan came to the cabin to let Dev know I was ok to go back home. I was disappointed I didn’t get to see him but relieved when Dev woke me up early the next morning so he could get me to work before we opened.

Mary was a little annoyed when she saw me, but she also looked grateful because she would have been alone today. I was only away from the coffee shop for two days.

I worked the morning with a pep in my step especially after that delicious kiss Dev left me with when he dropped me off. He said he had to go check on his family and go back to work but to call him if I needed a ride back home.

Before I knew it, it was the end of the day and I was locking the front door, looking around to make sure no one was left inside. Dev said I was safe, but we should still keep our eyes opened. I cleaned the front, worked on inventory and restocked everything I needed in the front.

I was humming as I was cleaning the espresso machine when Mary barreled into the front of the shop on a mission.

“You ok there?” I asked her when she leaned back against the counter smirking at me.

“I should be asking you that.” She raised her eyes suggestively.

I rolled my eyes at her wondering what the hell she was getting at, but I knew she saw Dev when I walked in this morning since she was right by the door.

“I’m good,” I said, making her sit there waiting for me to say more.

“Just good? You’ve been gone for two days, child, and all you’re going to give me is that?” She huffed in annoyance.

I smirked at her, wiping down the counter. “Nothing happened,” I said, with a straight face, because there was no way I was talking to Mary about what Dev did with his mouth.

“Did you have sex with Dev?” She was getting impatient.

“No, I did not,” I said, looking up at her, loving that she was so desperate for a little bit of gossip. “Plus, I don’t kiss and tell.”

“How about you suck and blow the gossip to me,” she cackled.

“Mary! We did no such thing either,” I shook my head at her bluntness, but I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ah! Ok, I see how it is Darcy.” She stood up and put her hand in her pocket, slowly walking to the back like I was going to change my mind. “I guess I’ll just assume he made your kitty purr with his mouth.”

“Mary!” I screamed, embarrassed because of course my face turned red at that fucking moment.

“I knew something happened! Child, I can see the pep in your step, and it's definitely from having your kitty loved on.” She grinned and went to the back.

“Please never talk about my kitty again!” I yelled, horrified that she had to bring it up. Mary lived to make me uncomfortable.

I finished cleaning up, setting everything up for tomorrow. The place wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. It seems like the new girl was doing ok and I was glad we had someone I could share the workload with. We just needed to find another baker so Mary could take some time off and take her own advice. Live life.

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I tookmy homemade dinner rolls out of the oven, admiring how beautiful golden brown they were. I placed them down on top of the stove to cool off before I transferred them to a basket. Stirring my bacon and maple brussels sprouts, I checked the scalloped potatoes, and made sure my steaks were at a low temp in the oven.

I might have gone overboard with my dinner with Dev tonight. Mary whipped up some of her vanilla bean ice cream to go with the apple pie I made. Nerves swirled in my chest, wondering if he was going to like dinner or think it was too much. When we discussed dinner plans a few days ago, I originally planned on something simple like burgers, but then I thought of the meals he had cooked for me at the cabin and I wanted to do something special for him.

The doorbell rang and I swear my heart felt like it was beating too hard and too fast. I smoothed out my T-shirt dress, fluffed up my hair and almost changed into some flats but the nights were getting cooler, so my short UGG boots stayed on. Checking myself in the mirror by the door before I let him in.

“Hey,” I said, as I held the door open for him. Dev looked good. Damn good. He was wearing dark jeans, with a plaid shirt, a worn brown leather jacket, and black boots. He had a five o’clock shadow and his hair looked a little longer on the top but still short on the sides, reminding me of his comment about growing his hair.

“Hey,” he said, giving me goosebumps from his intense gaze and that raspy voice. He walked in giving me a kiss on the cheek, moving in a little further as I closed the door.

“I can take your jacket and hang it up,” I said, as he turned around, putting a bag on the floor shrugging his jacket off.

“It smells delicious,” he said, handing over his jacket.

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