AUTHOR'S NOTE:  As always I'd like to thank all of my beta readers.  Their extra sets of eyes, comments and suggestions are priceless. They challenge me to become a better writer which in turn, improves my fics.  Without their help, I would never dare post.  This is a short story and it's complete.   Happy Reading and please feel free to share your thoughts and comments with me...  Thanks, Robin
 

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SMK Time:  Thursday afternoon, May 28, 1987
 

Lee winced when the Q Bureau door slammed shut as Amanda stormed out of the office.  It had been a turbulent week while they continued to juggle work, family and their mystery marriage.  He wasn’t sure how much longer they could continue to go on like this.

A few moments later, he stood up and went over to the window.  It wasn’t long before he spied his wife and partner when she rushed to her car and sped off.  Dropping back down in his chair, he pounded his fist into the desk in frustration.  He wasn’t sure what to do.  Their jobs were demanding; they both recognized that.  Amanda’s family, correction, their family was important, keeping them safe was imperative.  Their marriage, however, was suffering from neglect and nearly at the breaking point, only three months after it had begun.

Leaning back in his chair, he closed his eyes and thought back to their wedding at the Justice of the Peace in Marion.  It had been a brief and private ceremony, but extremely meaningful.  He remembered reciting his vows, ‘…for better or worse…’  He shook his head in disappointment – not that he was married.  God, he loved her more than he thought possible.  Lately, it just seemed that they were experiencing far more ‘for worse’, than they had ‘for better.’

Amanda being shot and nearly killed on their honeymoon had really hampered things from the beginning.  When she finally came home from California, she’d needed time to recuperate and time with her sons.   Jamie had been particularly difficult the weeks following her return, being overly protective of his mother and extremely jealous of Lee.  When he eventually broke through Jamie’s tough shell, he thought it was finally going to be smooth sailing.  Then he wrote the damn list.  Swallowing hard, he remembered her reaction.  She was both furious with him and deeply hurt.

Now it was just two weeks after that disaster and he was back in the dog house again.  He pondered his predicament.  For years, he was known as the suave and debonair ladies man.  But now, here he was, older and supposedly wiser, yet he couldn’t make the most important lady in his life - his wife, happy.

“Damn it!” he shouted as he pushed the blotter on his desk, accidentally sending the paperwork Amanda had just finished printing and organizing on his desk, cascading to the floor.

Staring at the mess he’d created only made him angrier.  Finally, he knelt down and started to pick it up, knowing this wasn’t the only mess he had to fix, but this was easy; the problems with Amanda he didn’t know how to fix.  How do you fix a marriage that nobody knows exists?  Wasn’t that half the problem?  Or was that all the problem?

Before he could finish picking up the paperwork, the phone rang.  Aggravated by the intrusion in his already exasperating afternoon, he barked into the phone. “Scarecrow.”

“Good afternoon to you too, Scarecrow,” Billy Melrose replied.  “I need you and Amanda in my office – now!”

Lee didn’t have a chance to answer.  Billy had already hung up the phone.  Lee stared at the receiver, shaking his head.  “Great, just great.  I wonder what’s wrong now?”

After hanging up his phone, Lee scooped the mass of files up off the floor and deposited them unceremoniously onto his desk in a heap.  Giving the pile a disgusted look, he left the Q Bureau and headed for his supervisor’s office.  A few minutes later, Lee was knocking on his section chief’s door - alone.  Billy waved him in.

“What’s up?” Lee asked curiously as he closed the door behind him, hoping Billy wouldn’t say anything about Amanda not being with him.

“Have a seat, Scarecrow,” Billy motioned and glanced at his watch.  “Where’s Amanda?”

“Oh, umm, she left a little early today,” Lee admitted; trying to sound casual.

“What is it today,” Billy chuckled.  “A baseball game or an orthodontist appointment?”

Lee scratched his head, anxiously hoping to avoid a discussion and mumbled, “I’m not sure where she was going.”

“Did you two have another fight?” his supervisor asked with a stern glare.

“Come on, Billy,” Lee challenged, trying to put on his best poker face, but he knew his boss would call his bluff.  When it came to Amanda King, Billy always saw right through him.

“So, that’s a yes, then,” Billy assumed as he stood up, shaking his head.  “You know that’s got to be the third time this week that I know about...”

“I didn’t say that.”  Lee watched as his boss came around from behind his desk and leaned against it, standing only a few feet from him.  From the look on Billy’s face, he wasn’t buying his story for a moment.

“You didn’t deny it, either.”

Lee shrugged, finally giving in.  “All right, yes, we had a fight.  You know how she can get.  Once she has her mind set on doing something one way, she can be very… stubborn.”

“You wouldn’t be stubborn at all.”

“Billy, you know how busy the two of us have been lately.  We’re stretched to the limit and stressed to the max,” Lee explained impatiently, but his excuse sounded as lame as it was.  The problem was that the little things were setting them both off too often and too easily.  When they were working they were making each other crazy; when they were apart it was driving them crazy.  To top things off, they were rarely together, alone, in ‘off duty’ mode to work on what really mattered - their marriage.

“Is that the best you can come up with, Scarecrow?” Billy grumbled, rolling his eyes.  “You’re always busy!”

 Frown lines apparent in his weary face, he snapped at his boss.  “Was there a reason you called me down here, Billy, or did you need someone to take pot shots at as well?”

 “Don’t get testy with me, Scarecrow,” Billy retorted as he walked back to his desk.

 Billy pulled a set of keys from his pocket and sifted through them.  Finally, he chose a small key and inserted it into a locked drawer and retrieved a file.  He thumbed through the few papers in silence then glanced up at Lee.

“I had an assignment for you and Amanda, but for the moment, that can wait.  You and I need to talk.”

Remembering how Billy had suggested making a list of the things that bothered them about each other, Lee shook his head.  “Thanks just the same, Billy, but when I want your advice, I’ll ask for it.”

“But that’s the problem, Lee; you don’t ask for help when you need it.  You’re too damned stubborn for your own good.  If you wait too long, you won’t be able to fix what’s broken.”

“Billy, relax; Amanda and I will work things out,” he reassured his supervisor, despite his own qualms about his problems.  The truth be told, he wasn’t sure how to ‘fix’ things with her.

“Are you sure?” Billy weighed the file in his hand for another moment before he handed it to Lee.  He motioned with his head for him to open it.  “I know how high the stakes are this time.”

Lee opened the file, looked at the information and swallowed hard.  He glanced up at his supervisor, shaking his head.  “I should’ve known.  When did you find out?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Lee ran his hand through his hair, and then stood up clutching the file tightly, walked to the window and stared out at the bullpen.  “So, what do you intend to do?”

“I’d like to be able to go to Smyth and tell him that it won’t cause a problem.  That you two are professionals and can work together as a team, but given what I’ve observed the last couple of weeks, I’m not sure that I buy that argument and I’m certain Smyth won’t,” Billy wisely explained.  “I’d like to know one thing though.  Why all the secrecy?”

“Come on, Billy, do you really have to ask? Don’t you remember Khai’s son?” Lee paced the room.  “Wait, I forgot you like lists.  Here’s the short list:  Philip, Jamie, and Dotty.  You’ve already mentioned Smyth.  He’d have a field day with this.”

“How long did you expect to keep the lid on this?  Eventually, it would have come out; for God’s sake, when’s your next security review?”

“I had one in January,” Lee answered as he walked back to Billy’s desk.  He slid the file containing a copy of his marriage license back onto it.

“Just before you two got married,” Billy nodded.

 “Yeah.”

“Lee, you bought yourself some time, but frankly, I’d think Amanda’s family would be safer if you were living together, not across the Potomac.”

Lee shook his head, not totally convinced.  “Billy, if anything happened to those boys it would be my fault.”

“Sit down, Lee,” Billy commanded in a fatherly tone.  “Amanda works for the Agency by choice.  She knows the risks.  No one forced her into this line of work and if my memory serves me, you did just about everything you could to discourage her from continuing to work here.”

“Little good that did,” he answered as he sank back down in the chair opposite Billy’s desk, wanting to shrink away from the world, feeling confused and frustrated.

“So, are you trying to tell me that you don’t want her in your life?”

“Of course not, I love her, Billy,” Lee interjected hotly.

Billy smiled.  “So, why this half assed game of married tag?”

He let his head drop into his hands.  For a few moments, he was silent before he tried to explain.  “It’s just not that simple.  This business is hard on families.  My parents died…”

“Lee, I’m familiar with the circumstances surrounding your parents' death,” he remarked with a raised eyebrow.  “Correct me where I’m wrong, but they ran a rogue investigation on Blackthorne.  It cost them their lives and it took almost thirty years to bring him to justice.  You can’t protect Amanda’s family from all the Blackthornes of the world.  Nobody can and I’m sure Amanda doesn’t expect you to either.”

 “No, of course not, but…”

“Damn it, Lee, you’re only one man.  You can’t save the world single handedly,” Billy shouted unyieldingly.  “Despite what you may think, there is no curse against you and there’s no black cloud hanging over your head.  Accidents happen.  Kids get hit by cars; they drown in the backyard pool.  You can’t protect them from everything.  For God’s sakes, Amanda was shot on your honeymoon – it was an accident!”

Swallowing hard, he shrugged, knowing what Billy was telling him was true.  Amanda had reminded him of that earlier in the day; that her shooting had been just that, an accident.  It wasn’t his fault, but still he felt… accountable. “It’s easy to say, Billy, but for the first time in a long time, I actually have something to lose and it scares the hell out of me.”

“And what’s your choice?  You want to go back to the ‘old Scarecrow’ - a different woman every night?  I’m sure it kept you amused, but did you really know the person who woke up with you in the morning,” he paused momentarily before he added, “did you want to?”

“Of course I don’t want to go back to the way I used to be.  I couldn’t.  I want to make Amanda happy.  I want to make our marriage work…”

“Then do it before you let this get to a breaking point.  Marriage is hard enough under normal circumstances,” Billy urged firmly.  “Some people spend their entire life looking for someone special.  You’ve got it.  Don’t blow it.  You deserve to have a wife and family just as much as Amanda deserves more than a part time husband.”

Lee’s glanced up at him.  The fear in his eyes, the quiver in his voice, made his next statement ever so clear.  “I’m not sure I know how…”

Billy sat down.  With a calm voice, he replied.  “Then it’s time to learn.  Get out of here.  Go talk to Amanda.”

“What about the assignment you had for us?”

“Never mind that; I’ll assign it to someone else.  Your personal life is your assignment.  You have until Monday to figure this out," Billy answered, picking up the file, placing it back into his drawer and locking it back up.  "If you’re both not ready to announce that you’re married by then, I’ll be forced to share this with Smyth."

“Billy, that’s emotional blackmail!”

“Lee, I’ve sat on this information longer than I ought to.  Maybe I should have forced the issue with you sooner,” he shrugged.  “I don’t know.  I guess I’m partially to blame.  I thought that once Amanda recovered from the shooting, you’d come to me, but you didn’t.  I’m putting a lot on the line withholding this from Smyth.  The longer we wait, the more ammunition he has to separate the two of you.  I don’t want to see that happen and I’m sure you don’t either.”

Lee’s eyes glanced up at him once again, but this time with more confidence than he had a moment ago.  “You’ll support us working together?”

“Absolutely, I’ll help the two of you in any way I can.  Don’t let your life be totally controlled by the Agency.  Enjoy your family.  They’ll need to be told the truth about the Agency, but remember you’re not the first field agent out there who worried about their kids.  Ask around.  I’m sure you’ll get a lot of helpful tips on how to balance things, guidelines to give the boys, security enhancements you can make.”

“Monday, huh?” Lee asked as he stood up and walked to the door.

Billy nodded.

“Should make for an interesting weekend,” Lee mumbled as he left his supervisor’s office to talk with his wife.
 

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Lee Stetson parked in front of the house on Maplewood Drive and smiled.  He loved being here with his wife and family.  Unfortunately, nobody but Amanda knew he actually was a member.  Deep down, he realized it was what he’d always wanted, but he was afraid of it just the same.  Most people thought, like most ‘playboys’ he was afraid of commitment.  It wasn’t the commitment he was afraid of; he gave that to Amanda willingly.  All his life he’d wanted to be part of a family and the thought of losing that now that he’d found it, scared the hell out of him.

He knew he had to get over his fears and make his wife and family a priority in his life.  Essentially, he was no better than Joe King.  Joe put his job first, working in Africa instead of taking a job stateside.  The mystery marriage he so stupidly suggested was just as bad.  It was time to put the Agency on the back burner, and he was determined to convince his wife that it was the right thing to do.  There would be no more hiding under the window or in Dotty’s flowerbeds.  No more sneaking in the back door.  It had to end.

Swallowing back the butterflies that were swarming in his stomach he got out of his car, and walked to her front door carrying the two fresh baked boxes of pizza.  He hesitated for only a moment before he rang the bell.  He could hear Jamie shout, “I’ll get it, Mom.”  A moment later the door opened up.

“Hi, Jamie,” he greeted his younger stepson.

“Hey, Lee!  Mom didn’t mention we were having pizza for dinner tonight.  She just brought home a load of groceries.”

“It’s a surprise,” Lee said with a smile, but groaned inwardly, knowing that would probably make his wife angrier with him.

“Cool,” Jamie answered with a bright smile, then shouted his announcement.  “Hey, Mom, Lee’s here.  He brought pizza for dinner!”

As Lee walked towards the kitchen, he heard Phillip shout in excitement from upstairs.  His only hope was that his wife’s reaction would be half as enthusiastic as his stepsons.  When he reached the kitchen, Amanda and Dotty were busy putting away the groceries.

“Hi,” he greeted after setting the pizzas down on the counter and went over to kiss her.  She turned towards him momentarily, but as he tried to kiss her lips, she pulled away, only allowing his lips to barely brush her cheek.

“I was planning on chicken this evening for dinner,” she scolded curtly as she continued to put away the food.

“Pizza!  Awesome, Lee,” Phillip grinned when he bounded into the kitchen.

Seeing the annoyed look that Amanda shot his way, he grimaced at the possibility of yet another argument.  “How about the boys and I set the table while you finish putting away the groceries?” he suggested, hoping to get out of the line of fire.

“That would be a great help,” Dotty chimed in.  “We’ll just put away the perishables.  The packaged foods and canned items can wait until later.”

The boys grabbed plates and glasses from the cupboards and rushed out of the kitchen and started setting the table.  Lee picked up the pizzas and headed into the dining room behind them.

“Why don’t you fellas go wash up while I finish in here?” Lee suggested once the plates were distributed, knowing it would be one less thing Amanda would have to remind them to do.  Mindlessly, he grabbed a handful of napkins and began folding them at each place setting.  He was mired in his thoughts when he felt a comforting tap on his shoulder.

“Had a bad day at work?” Dotty surmised as she carried in a bottle of soda.

“Seems like it followed me home,” he mumbled in frustration.

“It’s nice to know you think of this place as home,” Dotty remarked with a raised eyebrow as she started to pour soda into their glasses.

Before he had a chance to say anything else, the boys bounded back into the dining room eager to chow down on the pizza.

“What kind did you get, Lee?” Philip asked as he peeked into the box.  “Pepperoni and sausage – yes!  That’s my favorite.”

Jamie wrinkled his nose as he sat down in his chair.  “I don’t like sausage.  What’s in the other box?”

“Onions, mushrooms and peppers,” Lee replied just as Amanda came into the room.

“My favorite,” she remarked and gave him a conciliatory smile.

Lee’s face brightened and he breathed a sigh of relief.  He wasn’t sure if Dotty had said something to her or if she had accepted his peace offering.  “Is anyone hungry?  Let’s eat!”

“I’m starved.  I want a slice with lots of pepperoni,” Jamie replied.

“I’ll take your sausage,” Philip suggested as the boys each reached for a slice of pizza.

“Don’t you boys have something to say to Lee?” Amanda reminded her sons.

“Oh yeah, thanks for bringing over the pizza, Lee,” Jamie smiled just before he bit into his slice.

Philip swallowed his first bite, gulped down some soda then turned to Lee.  “Thanks, Lee, you’re the best.”

“You’re all more than welcome,” Lee answered with a happy grin as he helped Amanda and Dotty each with their plates before selecting a slice of his own.  He glanced around the table feeling very much a part of this family.  He knew he was grinning like the Cheshire Cat, but he couldn’t help it.  This felt right and he was going to make sure that scenes like this weren’t just a fantasy.

They ate heartily, enjoying the pizza, laughing and talking. The banter at the table was amusing as the boys shared the events of their day.  When they finished, they sat back feeling stuffed but relaxed.

“Hey, Lee, you want to come down to the park with us and shoot some hoops?” Philip asked.

“If you don’t mind, I’m going to pass tonight,” Lee answered as he momentarily glanced at his wife before turning back to Philip.  “It’s been a tough day.  I’d like to relax and spend some time with your Mom tonight.”

“Maybe next time; can I be excused, Mom?” Philip quickly asked.

“Me too?” Jamie added.

Amanda nodded her consent.  “Put your plates in the dishwasher then you can go, but be home when the street lights come on.”

The two boys raced with their plates out of the dining room.

“I wish I had their ambition,” Dotty mentioned as she stood.  “If you’ll excuse me, I promised I’d help Mrs. Ferguson bake pies this evening for her daughter’s graduation party.  I’m not sure when I’ll be home.”

“Have a good time, Mother.”

“Thank you for a fun dinner, Lee.”

“It was my pleasure.  Have a good evening,” Lee answered as she left the room.

“I guess that means we get stuck cleaning up this mess,” Amanda remarked as she cocked her head towards him.

“If we work as a team, it won’t take that long.” Lee got up, reached out for his wife’s hand and gently tugged on it and helped her up.

“I think I’m the only one who didn’t thank you for the pizza.”

“I was hoping you’d thank me later,” Lee countered with a devious smile.

“I think that could be arranged,” she commented as she stole a quick kiss.

“I hope there’s more where that came from,” he winked as he collected his plate and followed her into the kitchen, relieved that the tension from earlier in the day had been abated.

It didn’t take long before the dishes were in the dishwasher, the pizza boxes were in the trash and the few leftover slices were in the refrigerator.  Even the remaining groceries were put away.

“Looks clean enough for me.” Amanda announced when she tossed the sponge into the sink.

Lee reached for his wife’s hand and tugged on it gently.  “Come on, partner.  It’s time we had a talk.”

They sat down together on the couch.  Stretching his arm around her shoulder, Lee pulled her close to him.  Amanda rested her head onto his shoulder.  “Lee, I’m really sorry for biting your head off earlier today.  I know you’re as frustrated as I am with the way things are…”

“Amanda, stop!” Lee squeezed in between her chattering.  “We’ve both been guilty of that lately, but that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.  After you left, Billy called up to the Q Bureau.  He wanted to see us both in his office…”

“He wasn’t upset because I left early, was he?  I mean, he shouldn’t be because I’ve worked three nights this week…”

Lee silenced her with an enticing kiss.

“I thought you wanted to talk,” Amanda teased once they broke apart.

“I do, but so far, you haven’t let me,” he scolded.

“I’m sorry.  What were you going to say?”

“Amanda, Billy knows…”

“He knows that we had a fight?  I bet Mrs. Marston said something.  I’ve always wondered about that woman…”

Again, Lee captured her lips with his and kissed her.  When he ended the kiss, he put his finger up to her lips to keep her silent.  Slowly, he pulled his finger away and gave her a stern glance.  Looking around the room as if to make sure they were alone, he whispered, “Amanda, Billy knows we’re married!”

“Oh my gosh!” she gasped.

Lee chuckled and shook his head at the sight of his wife, her mouth hung wide open, and she was actually speechless.  “Amanda Stetson, speechless, I never thought I’d see the day.”

“W…wh…what did he say?  When did he find out?  Whh… what’s he going to do?” she choked out.

“I’m not sure when he found out.  Apparently, he’s known for a while,” he answered calmly, hoping to allay her fears and perhaps some of his own.  “He urged us to go public with our relationship.  He’ll support continuing our partnership.”

“And if we don’t?” she questioned in a meek voice.

Lee sighed heavily.  He was hoping she wouldn’t ask that question.  “If we don’t announce we’re married by Monday, he’ll be forced to go to Smyth with the information.”

“Monday?!  That doesn’t give us much time.”

“He’s gone out on a limb for us by keeping it quiet this long.  We’ve put him in a difficult position, but that’s not the only reason I think we should do this.”  Lee gazed at his wife with loving eyes, gently stroking her face with his hand.  His voice was filled with emotion when he continued.  “I love you.  I love the boys, your mother; they’re my family.  Dinner tonight felt so right.  I felt like I belong here.”

“Dinner was nice and you do belong here.”

Lee pulled his wife onto his lap and held her tightly.  She leaned her head into his chest and cuddled.  His voice was soft and soothing, but deliberate.  “Amanda, I’ve been wrong about a lot of things lately.  Sometimes, I let my fears dictate my actions.  I’m afraid of losing you to another sniper’s bullet…”

“Lee, I keep reminding you that it was an accident.”

He put his finger to her lips to silence her.  “Amanda, please let me say this.  I really need to say it.  Even before you were shot, hell, since the day I handed you that damned package, I’ve felt responsible to keep you safe.  It was bad enough back then, but now, I have a vested interest.  I realize I can’t protect you or the boys from everything, but if I want our marriage to be a happy one, I know I have to get past my fears.  It’s not going to be easy.”

“I know that,” she answered in a reassuring voice.

“The mystery marriage was a bad idea from the start, but I had the best intentions.  I know you’ve been telling me for a while now we could do a better job protecting our family together.  Billy told me the same thing today.  You’re both right.  By telling them the truth about what we do and educating them on the threats, we’ll teach them to protect themselves.”

“We always have worked better as a team and I’ve always felt safer when you’re around,” she added, nuzzling closer in his arms.

“And I’ve really liked being around,” he replied as he smiled and kissed her forehead.  “I promise you from now on, I’m going to treat our relationship – our marriage, with the respect it’s due.”

“What if Dr. Smyth breaks up our partnership?”

“The Agency is no longer my priority.  If that happens, then maybe it’s time for me to start looking at some of those job postings Billy keeps sending my way.”

“You’d hate it behind a desk.”

“I don’t know.  Lately, I’ve resented being out in the field.  I’m getting tired of last minute phone calls sending me out of town, all night stakeouts and the seedier side of the business.  Maybe I’m ready for the transition.  I’d rather spend time here, with you.  I wouldn’t mind coming home early on occasion and shooting some hoops with the boys instead of shooting the bad guys,” he confided with a shrug.

She sighed heavily.  “So, what do we do first, tell them about the Agency or tell them we eloped?”

“You know, I’ve been thinking about that since Billy gave me the ultimatum this afternoon.  We eloped once before, but kept it a secret.  So, why don’t we elope again, but this time, we come home and tell everyone?”

“You’re serious?  You want to elope again?” she repeated, pulling away from him to stare at his face.

“Do you want a fancy wedding?”

She shook her head. “No, I’ve already done that.  Besides, we’d never be able to pull something like that off in a few days.”

“Think about it.  We need to keep it low key to begin with.  I just want us to be together and I’m sure your two sons don’t want to be dressed up and paraded down an aisle as ushers.”

She laughed.  “Yes, they would definitely side with you on that issue.”

“Have you ever been to Niagara Falls?”

“Years ago when I was a kid,” she paused then her eyes widened.  “You’re not seriously thinking of going up there…”

“Why not?  It’s the honeymoon capital of the world."

"With our luck, we'd probably end up going over the falls in a barrel."

"What if I promised no barrels and no international intrigue?  Just you and me," he suggested as he pulled her closer to him.  Reaching his hand to her chin, he turned her face and his lips sought out hers, teasing Amanda with a kiss.

Amanda sighed contently when he ended the kiss.  "It is a believable cover and it would be pretty up there this time of year."

"Joe’s taking the boys this weekend, right?” Lee prompted as his wife was beginning to be swayed.

“Yeah, Friday night.”

His smile brightened.  “It all fits.  We could fly out Friday after they leave.  On Saturday, we'll go to a little chapel and recite our vows again.  Then we'll find a photographer to take a bunch of pictures of us by the falls all decked out in wedding attire. Saturday night, we can have a nice romantic candlelit dinner for two.  It’ll be perfect.  We come home on Sunday, announce we eloped and show your mother and the boys the pictures.”

“You really are serious!”

“Yeah, I am.  Amanda, I don’t want to tell your mother and the boys we’ve lied to them for the last four months.  Telling them about the Agency will be bad enough.  Let’s not add insult to injury.” Lee reminded her logically.

“You do have a point there…”

“So, what do you say; do we do elope again?” he asked with a big grin on his face.

“Do you want to make the reservations, Mr. Stetson or shall I?” she answered with a conspiratory smile.

“It's already done, Mrs. Stetson.  I had other plans for you this evening,” he whispered as he captured her lips once again and the sparks between them began to fly...

The end…
 
 
 

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