The Acceptance s-2 by L.L. Foster

Author:L.L. Foster [Foster f.c]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: sf_fantasy_city
ISBN: 978-1-436-25671-1
Publisher: Jove
Published: 2008-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

In a world-class mood of surliness, Gaby raged at the locked door to Mort’s apartment building.

Okay, so she knew Mort had started locking the doors under her edict to provide an inviolable sanctuary. But damn it, she didn’t mean to lock her out. She wanted to talk to him, to clear the way before she brought Bliss to him.

Her fist battered the door until it opened with a jerk.

“What?” demanded a slim, blond, and very beautiful woman barely wrapped in a morning robe.

Shock took Gaby back and she almost fell off the front steps: Ann Kennedy, the cop who worked with Luther, a woman better suited to him.

A woman who instilled jealousy when jealousy didn’t make a damned bit of sense.

Even with her hair all frothy, her makeup faded, and her clothes missing, Gaby recognized her. So where the hell was Mort? Had something happened to him?

“Gaby,” Ann said. “I wasn’t . . . that is, I didn’t expect you.” She started messing with her hair, gave up on that and tightened her robe around her.

“What are you doing here?” Filled with suspicion, Gaby peered around her. “Where’s Mort?”

“He’s in the shower.” Ann held the door wider by way of invitation. “Would you like to come in?”

In the shower, huh? And with Ann barely clothed.

In delayed reaction, the pieces clicked together.

They’d spent the night together. Holy shit. That constituted more than mere dating. Gaby stepped inside and said, albeit with a lot of skepticism, “You and Mort are that serious, huh?”

“Yes.” Ann laughed. “I’m afraid so.”

Mort’s apartment caused as much consternation as Ann’s presence. It was the same, but a whole lot tidier, and brighter with fresh shades on the windows and a few plants on the tables. He even had colorful throw pillows on the sofa. “Wow. He’s cleaned it up.”

“And replaced some things.”

“Your influence?” Gaby wasn’t at all sure how she felt about that. Ann must carry a lot of sway over him, and maybe that was fine and dandy. Gaby only knew that she didn’t want to see Mort hurt.

Propping herself on the arm of a chair, Ann shook her head. “More your influence, I’d say.”

“Mine?” How dumb. She didn’t give a shit about home decorating. Never had and never would.

Probably.

Ann smiled. “You’ve had an incredible impact on him, or so he tells me. He claims that before you, he barely existed. Now he’s more aware of everything and everyone and, Gaby, he’s a lot happier.”

Huh. Gaby didn’t know what to say to that. She didn’t want the responsibility for Mort’s happiness, but how could she deny what she didn’t understand?

Being tongue-tied was a first for her, and she didn’t like it.

“Come on.” Ann headed for the kitchen. “Let’s sit down and get comfortable. We can talk. Would you like some coffee? Mort and I have only been up a few minutes, so it’s fresh.”

“Yeah, sure.” Making note of the sway in Ann’s hips, and a faint, delicate fragrance left in her wake, Gaby trailed her.

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