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He parked the rental car in the driveway, finishing his cell phone
conversation with Lyman and then popping the trunk before getting
out. He glanced reflexively up at Mimi and Krishna's windows, saw the
blinds were still drawn.
When he got to the living room, Mimi was bent over a suitcase, forcing
it closed. Two more were lined up beside the door, along with three
shopping bags filled with tupperwares and ziplocs of food from his
fridge.
"I've borrowed some of your clothes," she said. "Didn't want to have to
go back for mine. Packed us a picnic, too."
He planted his hands on his hips. "You thought of everything, huh?" he
said.
She cast her eyes down. "I'm sorry," she said in a small voice. "I
couldn't go home." Her wings unfolded and folded down again nervously.
He went and stood next to her. He could still smell the sex on her, and
on him. A livid hickey stood out on her soft skin on her throat. He
twined her fingers in his and dropped his face down to her ear.
"It's okay," he said huskily. "I'm glad you did it."
She turned her head and brushed her lips over his, brushed her hand over
his groin. He groaned softly.
"We have to get driving," he said.
"Yes," she said. "Load the car, then bring it around the side. I'll lie
down on the back seat until we're out of the neighborhood."
"You've thought about this a lot, huh?"
"It's all I've thought of," she said.
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