PART 11
Mac sighed and got up. //If I don't let him in, he'll use his key and come in anyway.// She rinsed out her mouth with mouth wash and opened the door after making sure there was no visible evidence of alcohol.
Harm gasped in surprise as he fell into her, the food and flowers crushing between them.
Mac stumbled backwards and tried to regain her balance.
"Oh, um, hey, Mac." Harm said a bit flustered as he helped steady her. "I'm sorry about that. I um, brought food?" He smiled slightly, holding up the wrinkled bag. "You haven't eaten yet right?"
"Harm, listen, I'm really tired. A rain check?"
"Mac, lately you've had enough rain checks for a monsoon." He tilted her face up, his eyes pleaded with her to not turn him away. "I miss you. Please and um, these are for you." He held up the flowers. "I'm glad I paid a little more to get the no thorn ones." He gave her his fly boy grin.
She stared into the eyes she loved so dearly. "I.okay." She nodded. "Come on in. They're beautiful, but the way. Thank you." She moved out of the way and hung up his coat. "You know where everything is, so make yourself at home and I'll be right back."
"What do you want to drink?"
//Vodka!// She said in her head. "I think there are a couple cokes in the refrigerator." She went back to the bedroom and brushed her hair.
//She really doesn't look good.// Harm shook his head. //At least she didn't turn me away.// He went to the kitchen and got plates, silverware and their drinks and set the table before going back to the kitchen to find a vase.
Mac rinsed her mouth again, trying to rid her of the smell of vodka.
Harm opened the cabinet under the sink and froze, his eyes falling upon the numerous bottles of half-drank liquor. //She.Oh God. That explains everything.//
TBC
Mac sighed and got up. //If I don't let him in, he'll use his key and come in anyway.// She rinsed out her mouth with mouth wash and opened the door after making sure there was no visible evidence of alcohol.
Harm gasped in surprise as he fell into her, the food and flowers crushing between them.
Mac stumbled backwards and tried to regain her balance.
"Oh, um, hey, Mac." Harm said a bit flustered as he helped steady her. "I'm sorry about that. I um, brought food?" He smiled slightly, holding up the wrinkled bag. "You haven't eaten yet right?"
"Harm, listen, I'm really tired. A rain check?"
"Mac, lately you've had enough rain checks for a monsoon." He tilted her face up, his eyes pleaded with her to not turn him away. "I miss you. Please and um, these are for you." He held up the flowers. "I'm glad I paid a little more to get the no thorn ones." He gave her his fly boy grin.
She stared into the eyes she loved so dearly. "I.okay." She nodded. "Come on in. They're beautiful, but the way. Thank you." She moved out of the way and hung up his coat. "You know where everything is, so make yourself at home and I'll be right back."
"What do you want to drink?"
//Vodka!// She said in her head. "I think there are a couple cokes in the refrigerator." She went back to the bedroom and brushed her hair.
//She really doesn't look good.// Harm shook his head. //At least she didn't turn me away.// He went to the kitchen and got plates, silverware and their drinks and set the table before going back to the kitchen to find a vase.
Mac rinsed her mouth again, trying to rid her of the smell of vodka.
Harm opened the cabinet under the sink and froze, his eyes falling upon the numerous bottles of half-drank liquor. //She.Oh God. That explains everything.//
TBC