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rose up, eased down, and filled herself with him.
    “This is what I want, on Sunday morning.”
    She took him, riding up, riding down, her hands braced on the arm of the couch. Slim, hard muscles, burnt honey hair, iced blue eyes so clear they were a mirror into his heart.
    No dream, no fantasy came close to the truth of her. No wish, no wonder compared.
    “I love you, Cilla. I love you.”
    Her breath caught; her heart skipped beats. Her body bowed, and the arrow it shot struck home.
    She slid down to him, snuggled right in. He loved the way they fit, line to line, the way her hair felt against his skin.
    “So . . . where exactly do you buy finger paints?”
    He grinned, lazily walked his fingers up and down her spine. “I’ll find out, lay in a supply.”
    “I’ll provide the drop cloth. Where did you get this couch?”
    “I don’t know. Somewhere where they sell furniture.”
    “It’s a good size, shape, nice fabric. Comfortable. I need to start thinkingfurniture, and I have that great big living room to deal with. Conversation areas and lighting and art. I’ve never done all that before. It’s a little intimidating.”
    He glanced over when Spock wandered in, took one look at them twined together naked on the couch and walked away. Just jealous, Ford thought. “Never bought furniture before?”
    “Sure, you’ve got to sit on something. But I’ve never chosen things with the idea of keeping them any length of time. It’s always been temporary. ” She brushed her lips over his collarbone, nuzzled at his shoulder. “And I’ve worked with stagers on flips. Staging a property can help it sell. So I know, or have opinions, about what works in a space. But this is different. Staging’s like a set. Load it in, break it down.”
    “Didn’t you have a house, an apartment, something in L.A.?”
    “Steve had a place. After our five-minute marriage I lived at the BHH awhile.”
    “The BHH?”
    “Beverly Hills Hotel. Then I traveled some, or stayed at Steve’s when I picked up some work. There was my very brief college stint, and I had an apartment off campus. When Steve bought the property in Brentwood to flip, I camped there. I got in the habit of staying in the flip houses. It gave me a sense of them.”
    Place, house, property. Never home, he thought. She’d never had what he and everyone he knew took for granted. She’d never had home. He thought of how she’d sat in the big, empty living room with its beautiful walls and gorgeous trim, and imagined a long-ago holiday party.
    She was reaching back to find her future.
    “We can move the couch over there,” he said, suddenly desperate to give her something. “You could see how it looks in place and have something to sit on besides the ever-versatile bucket.”
    “That’s a very nice offer.” She gave him an absent kiss before sitting up to hunt for her clothes. “But it’s more practical to wait for furniture until after the floors are done. Of course, now that I’ve gotten trapped into giving a party, I’d better find some suitable outdoor furniture.”
    "Party?”
    “Didn’t I tell you?” She pulled on her tank. “I made the mistake of mentioning to Cathy Morrow that I’d like—maybe—to give a party around Labor Day, but the house wouldn’t be finished or furnished. She jumped right on the first part, completely ignored the second. Now I’ve got Patty calling me with menu ideas, and your mother offering to make her pork barbecue.”
    “It’s great stuff.”
    “No doubt. The problem remains how I find time to squeeze in party planning while I’m installing kitchen cabinets, running trim, hanging doors, refinishing floors and hitting a very long punch-out list, not to mention exploring the world of sofas, couches, divans and settees.”
    “You buy a grill, a bunch of meat and a whole lot of alcoholic beverages. ”
    She shook her head at him. “You’re a man.”
    “I am. A fact which I’ve just proven beyond any reasonable doubt.” And being Sunday, he should get a shot at proving it again. “A party’s a good thing, Cilla. People come, people you know and like, enjoy being with. You show off what you’ve done. You share it. That’s why you took down the gate.”
    “I . . .” He was right. “What kind of grill?”
    He smiled at her. “We’ll shop.”
    In an exaggerated gesture, she crossed her hands over her heart. “Words most women only dream about hearing from a man. I need to go get dressed. I could

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