JT was in Ireland. Again. Gemma hated when he went over there without her. She understood it, his dealings with the Irish weren't always conducive to a vacation with the family. But it was almost Christmas. She had just dropped the boys at school and made her way to the shop to start her day. Avoiding work at all costs Gemma was deciding if she really wanted to run all the way to Lodi to do Christmas shopping, she knew she'd have to make her mind up soon. She refused to be a last minute shopper. She was startled out of her thoughts by a cleared throat. Turning to the door to the shop Gemma saw Clay leaning against the door jamb.
"Jesus Clay, you scared me. What's up?" Gemma asked, shifting around in the chair.
"I'm gonna take my lunch now. Wondered if you wanted to come with me?" Clay asked looking more like a grade-school boy than the 40 year old man he was.
"Oh, uh. Sure I guess." Gemma felt her stomach flutter a little. Like it used to when JT would offer her a ride on his bike. She made quick work of shutting down the office, grabbed her purse and made her way out onto the lot. Clay was already straddling his bike and Gemma felt her breath catch in her throat at the sight. He passed her his spare helmet and waited for her to climb on and get comfortable behind him. "Where are we going?" She asked after he started the engine.
"Figured we could head to your place. Maybe work up an appetite; then figure it out from there." Clay offered, his voice all swagger and whiskey.
Gemma tightened her thighs around Clay's hips, and leaned her head on his shoulder, in place of a verbal answer. She would sort out the Christmas shopping another day.