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He’d transferred her coffee fro her on her way

“Be careful Call me later”

Mercedes stopped She stared up at Xander “You’re sending hed “You’ve got a job to do, M I wouldn’t drea in the way of that”

Yes, she did have a job to do But for so Insisting that she stay and do so his hands on her hips as he pulled her against him “Trust ht now And I’d be buried so deep inside of you, you’d never be able to let o”

Mercedes’s sucked in air When he talked to her like that… It did strange things to her

“Well,” she said on a breath “I better go”

“Yes, you better” Xander pressed his lips to hers He didn’t linger, didn’t tease Just quick and sweet “By the way, it’s Thursday,” he told her as though she didn’t already knohat day it was

“And?”

“And I’ht”

He looked disappointed, but Mercedes knew he enjoyed going to the cigar bar It was one of the highlights of his month and had been for years So ned and renamed one of his own a few years back – What had previously been known as Smoke became a much more refined establish to Shane, the nao hard at work

“Ok” At the ht, but she wasn’t going to tell hie his plans for her And that was the last thing she wanted “I’ll call you later to find out what time you’ll be ho

It was Mercedes’s turn to assure hih every second that passed ht Just like I promised”

Xander’s eyes softened, and she realized that was exactly what he’d been worried about

Breaking the eye contact, she held up her coffee o, but I pro you to that”

Of course he was

Several e On the way down fro her that she was a fewlate for anything and she still wasn’t sure how she’d