"Food! Don’t overthink it cher; we don’t have to psychoanalyze great sex." "Just great sex?" "And more." He grinned, getting to his feet with a playful swat to my behind. "But right now I’m hungry. Let’s go find whatever’s in my fridge." "You mean you have more than just beer?" "I have a girl come out and clean every once in a while and she keeps my fridge stocked." "My my, moving up in the world aren’t we?" "You’re not the only small town success story Lise," he said with the tiniest hint of scorn. "I am well aware of the many, worthwhile successes of Mr. Avery Trahan," I said softly. "And I am quite proud of every one of them." "Call gran and tell her where you are cher, she’ll worry a caimon gobbled you up." He laughed as he leaned in for a kiss. "I may have been gone a long time, you ole bon rien, but I have enough sense not to get eaten by a lazy gator. Besides, I’ll never get a signal way out here." "Call her, you know she’ll worry herself sick, use my satellite phone." "And she’ll say I told ya so." I sighed, rolling over to find my clothes scattered across the floor and down the stairs.
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