Her grin widened. “Aren’t they adorable together? She gave him her number” I nodded, but before I could speak, she placed her hand on my desk and narrowed her eyes, as if to scold me as she lowered herself into the closest chair. “That’s not why I came.” I wondered what idea she’d throw at me this time. Perhaps she’d changed her mind about leaving.
“Do I want to know?” The dismal day had peaked early morning when I’d rocked my hips against her. The memory shot blood to my cock and urged me around my desk where I leaned against it in front of her. Her eyes stayed on mine and I had the notion to pick her up and sweep her across my desk and get inside her.
“You need to come out with me and enjoy the day. Being holed up in here is a bad idea, especially on so little sleep.” She reached out and took my hand and stood.
“Afraid I’ll fall asleep in here and forget to come to bed tonight?” I hoped she’d be playful with me, but instead, she shook her head.
“Let’s go outside and do something. I’m bored. Besides, if you stay cooped up in here all day, you’ll be an impossible grump by bedtime.” I frowned at her accusation and the fact that she knew me so well.
But she had a point. I needed to get out of the office more, and even though I tried to use it as a distraction from all the drama, it wasn’t working. “What do you have in mind?”
“I don’t know, but it’s Sunday, which is another reason you shouldn’t be holed up at work. Even Judy took the morning off.” She drove her point home.
I held up my hands in surrender. “I hear you, and I’m in agreement.” I never thought I’d be the cause of someone’s boredom, but there we were. “What about a picnic in the vineyard?” I liked the sound of it and imagined the two of us making love in the sea of vines.
Her eyes lit and she dragged me to the door. “Go put on something comfortable, and I’ll do the same. I’ll meet you in the kitchen in ten minutes.” She turned and before she could get too far, I stopped her.
“You look beautiful; why are you changing?” I pulled her toward me but she wiggled away.
“Because I want to dress for a picnic.” She turned and ran up the stairs.
Harbor came down the hall, glancing up toward her. “I’m taking Mom to the house to get some clothes and then I’m driving her to rehab.”
I did a double take and blinked, wondering if I had dozed off in the seconds since she’d been gone. But no, I still stood in the hallway outside my office and Harbor was standing in front of me. “Rehab?” My eyes widened and I hoped he wasn’t pulling my leg. I’d tried to get Sandra to go countless times before but failed.
“Yeah, she said she wants to go, and I’m not waiting around for her to change her mind.” His mouth was drawn in a tight line. I could only imagine the emotions that were battling inside him.
“You want security to follow?” I hated to think of them out there without any.
“She said if you insisted, she’d prefer Uncle Joe, but she doesn’t want any fuss or goodbyes.”
I couldn’t blame her and would respect her wishes and give her exactly what she wanted. I had a feeling if I tried to put my two cents in, she’d back out, and she needed care immediately.
“You go ahead and call him. We’ll be fine here. Make any arrangements you need and let me know. You’re in charge.” It was about time the son started taking care of his mother, and while I’d pay for her rehab and give her a lump sum to get her on her feet, I was done with the handouts.
“Thanks.” Harbor walked back down the hall from which he came and disappeared around the corner.
I looked down at my slacks and button-down and headed upstairs to trade them for a pair of jeans and a simple white t-shirt. Luna was in the bathroom, and I finished and headed downstairs before she did.
Minutes later, she opened the door to the kitchen and peeked inside. She walked in wearing a loose sundress that hung at her ankles. “You look hot in jeans,” she told me as she went to the fridge. My eyes followed her every move, and I imagined myself bending her over the island and pushing up that long dress.
“Gabriel?” Her hand waved in front of her. “Did you he
ar me?”
I wanted to finish my fantasy, but what was the use when she stood right before me in the flesh. “Sorry.”
“Your lack of sleep is getting the best of you, isn’t it?” She smiled and unloaded a few things from the fridge onto the counter: meats, cheeses, and fresh strawberries.
“Yeah, I’m a little distracted, sorry. Sandra and Harbor are leaving. Joe is going with them. She’s checking into rehab.” I couldn’t tell her about my dirty thoughts.
Her mouth hung open a moment, and she glanced to the counter. “We can put this off if you need to-”
“No, no. I’m not getting involved. She didn’t want anyone making a fuss, and I didn’t want to make her skittish. She’s liable to bail, and she needs to go in. I’m hoping things will turn around for her.” Luna didn’t seem convinced. “I promise, it’s fine – and there’s nowhere else I’d want to be and nothing else I’d rather be doing.”
The smile returned to her face as she got busy searching the kitchen until she found the bread. “Is this home baked?” She smelled the loaf and then placed it on the cutting board. “I hope you want sandwiches. I can’t make them as good as Judy, I’m sure, but they’ll do.”
I stepped closer and leaned in toward her ear, “If they are anything like their maker, they’ll be delicious.”