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The Following Tuesday..
"He's coming home today," Lori told her feline companion.
"Merroww!" Came his opinionated response.
Lori remembered that he'd said it would be late but made her mind that she'd wait up for him. She found Chris's ample supply of books and was sitting in bed reading while she waited for him to come home. Shortly after one in the morning, Lori heard the distinctive crunch of tires coming up the drive. Lori rushed out of the bedroom to greet him as he came in.
Chris wasn't expecting her to have waited up for him so he tried to enter as quietly as possible. Opening up the door quietly and tiredly, he was startled, literally, to find her standing there on the other side waiting for him. He noticeable jumped in his surprise.
"I'm sorry," Lori stifled a giggle.
"Good lord, woman," He scolded, "you about gave me a heart attack. You didn't have to wait up." "Well, I got into a good book and was reading anyhow," Lori semi-lied. "How was work?"
"Things went according to plan and went off without a hitch," Chris told her. "No one got hurt seriously. All in all, it was a good run."
"You must be tired," Lori observed.
"Yeah, I am," Chris admitted picking up the bag he'd dropped when she scared him. "Think I'll head for bed if that's okay."
"Sure, we can catch up in the morning," Lori understood but still felt a little disappointed. She was anxious to find out if he'd really meant what he'd told her on the phone before. Then Lori found herself yawning, "Well, I'm tired too; guess I'll finish that book later."
"Night Lori," Chris smiled and wrapped his free arm around her back then kissed her quickly on the cheek.
"Night Chris," Lori returned and pecked him back lightly.
Then they both went to their separate rooms and slept.
The Following Tuesday..
"He's coming home today," Lori told her feline companion.
"Merroww!" Came his opinionated response.
Lori remembered that he'd said it would be late but made her mind that she'd wait up for him. She found Chris's ample supply of books and was sitting in bed reading while she waited for him to come home. Shortly after one in the morning, Lori heard the distinctive crunch of tires coming up the drive. Lori rushed out of the bedroom to greet him as he came in.
Chris wasn't expecting her to have waited up for him so he tried to enter as quietly as possible. Opening up the door quietly and tiredly, he was startled, literally, to find her standing there on the other side waiting for him. He noticeable jumped in his surprise.
"I'm sorry," Lori stifled a giggle.
"Good lord, woman," He scolded, "you about gave me a heart attack. You didn't have to wait up." "Well, I got into a good book and was reading anyhow," Lori semi-lied. "How was work?"
"Things went according to plan and went off without a hitch," Chris told her. "No one got hurt seriously. All in all, it was a good run."
"You must be tired," Lori observed.
"Yeah, I am," Chris admitted picking up the bag he'd dropped when she scared him. "Think I'll head for bed if that's okay."
"Sure, we can catch up in the morning," Lori understood but still felt a little disappointed. She was anxious to find out if he'd really meant what he'd told her on the phone before. Then Lori found herself yawning, "Well, I'm tired too; guess I'll finish that book later."
"Night Lori," Chris smiled and wrapped his free arm around her back then kissed her quickly on the cheek.
"Night Chris," Lori returned and pecked him back lightly.
Then they both went to their separate rooms and slept.