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“Hey, that’s talking, not speeding!”
“And I’m the Master, so want to blah-blah some more?”
She stared up at me for a long moment and then closed her mouth and shook her head. It took me a moment to realize she was talking without opening her mouth.
“Cheeky girl.” I gave her ponytail a tug, kissed the top of her head, and then stepped back and closed her door.
She smiled and waved her fingers, not to say good-bye, but to send me off in the direction of my truck. She also didn’t pull out until I was behind the wheel and ready to follow. Unlike the trip from the Ranch where I’d been consumed with the fear that I’d never be able to breach her defenses, the drive back filled me with hope that the woman in the car in front of me was one day not just going to be driving but would soon be spreading her wings and taking flight.
Chapter Fourteen
Hazel
I’d worked at the clinic for over a year now, made friends both on the Ridge and the Ranch, enjoyed the company of Littles, submissives, and classmates, but it felt as if I was seeing everything through new eyes for some reason.
Or pulled the blinds off yours old ones perhaps?
That might explain it. Regardless, I also felt lighter and I knew that wasn’t because I was losing weight. Not with the ever vigilant Dr. Berringer around, not to mention Mira who, being pregnant, could use the fact she was eating for two while all I could do was begin to think that perhaps adding an exercise routine to my day might not be such a bad thing after all.
“Are you sure you aren’t going to finish that?”
I rolled my eyes and passed the cookie to Mira. “I swear I don’t know where you put it.”
“In my belly, of course,” Mira said, taking a huge bite of the platter disguised as a chocolate-chip cookie. “I swear this place is my favorite spot in the entire world.”
I laughed and took a sip of my latte. “I think you said the exact same thing last week when we ate at Leroy’s Diner. Andtwo weeks ago when we met at the coffee shop in town. And that first lunch at your house, and…”
Mira laughed. “Fine, I have lots of favorite places. Is that a crime?”
“Nope, that just makes it always fun knowing how excited you get over just about anything that’s set down before you,” I teased, easily dodging her swat. I looked around at the display cases full of every delicious baked good and exquisite chocolates made by Angel and his wife Heaven Leigh. “Though, I have to agree. This definitely makes my top three. Though I will say that I’m pretty sure just sitting here and inhaling feels like I’ve gained five pounds.”
Mira’s laugh rang out, causing a few customers to look our way and smile as she licked chocolate off her fingertips. “Girl, if anyone knows anything about gaining weight, it’s me. I swear, if I didn’t know Nigel was a great doctor, I’d question his judgment that there isn’t a family of five currently taking up residence in here.” She rubbed her hand over her distended belly.
I smiled at the sight which seemed to not only be instinctual to mothers-to-be but was one that was becoming really a common sight on the Ridge. “Well, if it helps, I saw the ultrasound, there really is just one baby. Maybe you should be looking at that giant of a man you married.”
She barked a laugh. “Says the girl whose man could play center for the Grizzlies.”
As I smiled, she bent forward, well as much as a pregnant woman could bend and lowered her voice. “Which reminds me, have you found it a bit difficult to, um, let’s just say ‘arrange’ oneself to fit with a second self who is over a foot taller than the first said self?”
This time it was my laugh that drew attention and when someone quipped, “I’ll have whatever those two are having,” the entire place broke out into laughter.
When I regained my composure, I shook my head. “You know, for a submissive who is supposedly helping me find mine again, you sure are rather… shall we say a bit ‘prudish’ about terminology.”
Mira waved her hand as if to brush away the very thought. “Fine, so to be more subby if you want, how often do you find your nose buried in Nigel’s belly button when he’s got you pinned beneath him doing the lovely?”
I stared at her for a full five beats before bursting out laughing again. “The ‘lovely’? Oh my god, are you sure you aren’t British?” At the visual her question had blooming in my head, I shook mine. “And for your information, it’s not his navel, more like his nipples which I find quite delicious to nibble on during all that lovely shagging.”
“Don’t let me interrupt. I just wanted to stop by and say thanks.”
The words had us both wiping our eyes on napkins and looking up to find Heaven Leigh standing there with a huge smile on her face.
“For what?” Mira asked.
“For providing such enjoyment that customers felt the need to double their orders. Oh, and Angel said these are on him.” She held out a bag and Mira actually grabbed it as if it were a lifeline and she was drowning at sea.
“Wow, you almost lost a finger,” I said to Heaven Leigh who just giggled.
“Isn’t it fun to watch though?”
