on? “Daddy, this is too weird!” Dani complained softly one last time before finally finding a comfortable position and closing her eyes.
Aleksei heard his daughter’s final comment and had to agree. This whole situation was a lot of things; weird was as good a word as any!
When Aleksei pulled the jeep into their driveway ninety minutes later, Jordan was waiting for them, swaying nonchalantly on the glider swing on the covered porch, a tall glass of ice-tea on the table beside her. As soon as she saw the car, she was on her feet, rushing down the four steps and sprinting across the immaculate lawn to meet the group as the jeep quietly came to a stop. Sergei exited first, enveloping his mother in a hug and accepting her kiss to his cheek without complaint.
“You’re late! I was expecting you forty minutes ago. I was just about to send out a posse,” Jordan teased, running a loving hand down her son’s cheek, taking in his sleep-swollen eyes and slightly glazed expression. “Fell asleep in the car again, didn’t you?”
Sergei smiled down into his mother’s upturned face. “You know Dad drives like a little old lady, there’s not much to do but sleep when he’s at the wheel,” he teased, knowing his father’s cautious driving stemmed from surviving a car crash that should have, by all rights, killed both he and Jordan.
“Your father drives just fine, quit picking on him!”
“Yeah, Sergei, quit picking on Daddy,” Dani piped in, circling the back of the jeep and sliding into her mother’s open arms, smiling in sleepy satisfaction as she inhaled her mother’s scent–gardenias–and rested her cheek against soft, full breasts.
Aleksei came around the front of the jeep, his eyes eating up the site of his wife, clad in snug jeans, a T-shirt and a jaunty vest covered in frolicking kittens, looking more like a teenager than an adult. The sudden desire to slip her out of those jeans and ravish her swamped him and his eyes grew dark with desire. Swooping his head down and giving her a heated kiss, one that left no question as to his train of thought, he whispered quietly in her ear, “I’ve got plans for you later,” and bit her gently on the neck.
“Promise?” Jordan inquired, her eyes full of seductive promise, one hand running lovingly over his shoulder and down his arm, her manicured nails lightly scoring his palm as she continued her trail downward and whispered over his fingertips, electricity jumping between them.
Aleksei growled deeply, shaking his head in wonderment, still unable to believe, after all these years, this seductive, teasing, infuriating creature was all his. “You’re a wicked woman, Jordan Jamison!”
“And aren’t you glad,” Jordan taunted back, lifting her chin defiantly, her gaze filled with fire and promises yet to come.
“You’ll never know exactly how glad,” he quipped deeply, placing a final quick kiss to her mouth before turning his attention to Chloe. “So, Miss Spenser, ready to recuperate?” Aleksei asked casually, extending his hand and helping her from the jeep.
Chloe slid the short distance to the ground, clutching Aleksei’s hand when she wobbled as her feet hit the ground. “I’m never going to get used to this cast,” Chloe stated quietly, her voice quivering slightly, her eyes sneaking cautious peeks at the four people surrounding her.
“Dani, get Chloe’s crutches,” Jordan ordered casually, “And Chloe, give yourself a chance, you’ve only had that cast on for two days. In no time at all you’ll be getting around as if you’ve had it on forever.”
Chloe accepted the crutches from Dani with a small smile of gratitude and fitted them under her arms, frowning slightly at the tenderness the crutches had created already. She didn’t know how she was going to stand using these stupid things for eight weeks when her armpits already felt raw.
Silently Chloe waited, balanced precariously on one foot and propped up with the crutches as
Aleksei heard his daughter’s final comment and had to agree. This whole situation was a lot of things; weird was as good a word as any!
When Aleksei pulled the jeep into their driveway ninety minutes later, Jordan was waiting for them, swaying nonchalantly on the glider swing on the covered porch, a tall glass of ice-tea on the table beside her. As soon as she saw the car, she was on her feet, rushing down the four steps and sprinting across the immaculate lawn to meet the group as the jeep quietly came to a stop. Sergei exited first, enveloping his mother in a hug and accepting her kiss to his cheek without complaint.
“You’re late! I was expecting you forty minutes ago. I was just about to send out a posse,” Jordan teased, running a loving hand down her son’s cheek, taking in his sleep-swollen eyes and slightly glazed expression. “Fell asleep in the car again, didn’t you?”
Sergei smiled down into his mother’s upturned face. “You know Dad drives like a little old lady, there’s not much to do but sleep when he’s at the wheel,” he teased, knowing his father’s cautious driving stemmed from surviving a car crash that should have, by all rights, killed both he and Jordan.
“Your father drives just fine, quit picking on him!”
“Yeah, Sergei, quit picking on Daddy,” Dani piped in, circling the back of the jeep and sliding into her mother’s open arms, smiling in sleepy satisfaction as she inhaled her mother’s scent–gardenias–and rested her cheek against soft, full breasts.
Aleksei came around the front of the jeep, his eyes eating up the site of his wife, clad in snug jeans, a T-shirt and a jaunty vest covered in frolicking kittens, looking more like a teenager than an adult. The sudden desire to slip her out of those jeans and ravish her swamped him and his eyes grew dark with desire. Swooping his head down and giving her a heated kiss, one that left no question as to his train of thought, he whispered quietly in her ear, “I’ve got plans for you later,” and bit her gently on the neck.
“Promise?” Jordan inquired, her eyes full of seductive promise, one hand running lovingly over his shoulder and down his arm, her manicured nails lightly scoring his palm as she continued her trail downward and whispered over his fingertips, electricity jumping between them.
Aleksei growled deeply, shaking his head in wonderment, still unable to believe, after all these years, this seductive, teasing, infuriating creature was all his. “You’re a wicked woman, Jordan Jamison!”
“And aren’t you glad,” Jordan taunted back, lifting her chin defiantly, her gaze filled with fire and promises yet to come.
“You’ll never know exactly how glad,” he quipped deeply, placing a final quick kiss to her mouth before turning his attention to Chloe. “So, Miss Spenser, ready to recuperate?” Aleksei asked casually, extending his hand and helping her from the jeep.
Chloe slid the short distance to the ground, clutching Aleksei’s hand when she wobbled as her feet hit the ground. “I’m never going to get used to this cast,” Chloe stated quietly, her voice quivering slightly, her eyes sneaking cautious peeks at the four people surrounding her.
“Dani, get Chloe’s crutches,” Jordan ordered casually, “And Chloe, give yourself a chance, you’ve only had that cast on for two days. In no time at all you’ll be getting around as if you’ve had it on forever.”
Chloe accepted the crutches from Dani with a small smile of gratitude and fitted them under her arms, frowning slightly at the tenderness the crutches had created already. She didn’t know how she was going to stand using these stupid things for eight weeks when her armpits already felt raw.
Silently Chloe waited, balanced precariously on one foot and propped up with the crutches as
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