Love, Albert
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His breath was warm and soft against her throat. “Like finding a spot for a Christmas tree. Buying some new snowflakes.”
“Plastic ones,” she said on a sigh. “Until the dog grows up. But what about the mirror tiles?”
“I’ll call Zack. Tell him to forget the drywall.”
“Kinky,” she whispered.
He smiled and reached for the Groucho glasses. “Baby, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
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Lynda Simmons is a writer by day, college instructor by night and a late sleeper on weekends. When she’s not pounding the keyboard, she loves canoeing, movies and e-mail from readers. So visit www.lyndasimmons.com to see more of Lynda’s books and drop her a line while you’re there. She’ll get back to, guaranteed.
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