Free From This Day Foward: Switched at Marriage Part 4 by Gina Robinson

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    I couldn't stop staring at Kay. Smiling at Kay. Thinking about her. Thinking about having sex with her again. And again.
    Her hair was finger-tousled and air-dried because her blow dryer was at my place. Practically no makeup. She'd used what she had in her purse. Which, to be honest, was practically a full makeup counter.
    She wore a tank top, flip-flops, and pair of old shorts from college with the university logo on them. All her best stuff was at the penthouse. She was a little embarrassed. I was madly in love and too happy to think she looked anything other than hot.
    I wore one of her old oversized college T-shirts the mascot had tossed to her at a football game.
    "I used to wear this as a sleep shirt," she'd said when she tossed it to me. "This is a first for me, too. I've never given a guy a shacker shirt before." She laughed and clapped her hands, delighted. "I'm so going to love watching you do the Sunday morning walk of shame dressed in my clothes!"
    She was a terrible tease, referring to college hookups like that.
    I looked upward and shook my head, but I couldn't stop grinning. "You can't give your husband a shacker shirt. By definition, we didn't shack. We're married."
    She laughed again. I loved her laugh. It made my whole day.
    "Are we married? Really?" She gave me a pointed look and handed me a pair of men's black athletic shorts she dug out of one of her drawers. They might have been a pair Eric had left behind. I didn't ask. I didn't care.
    "Yes, we are." I slipped on a pair of flip-flops she claimed her dad had forgotten at her place.
    I hummed as we rode the elevator down to the lobby of her building, playing Name That Tune with Kay.
    She shook her head and looked at me like I amused her. I'd take amused. For now.
    "You have a nice humming voice." She sounded surprised.
    When we reached the lobby, the light in the manager's office was on. The door stood open. I pulled Kay toward it.
    She resisted. "What are you doing?"
    I tugged her along. "Meeting the famous Carl," I whispered in her ear. "As you said, we need him on our side."
    "It's Sunday. He won't be in."
    I pointed. "His door's open."
    "I hadn't noticed."
    "You're hopeless," I said.
    A big guy sat behind a desk, cursing at a computer screen.
    Kay punched me playfully in the arm. I looked at her and mouthed, What did I do?
    She called out to him, "Carl! What are you doing working on Sunday?"
    He looked up, startled. "Kayla!" He stood and came forward to give her an exuberant hug. "I had a little work to catch up on." He looked me over with a critical eye. "This must be the new hubby."
    I was grinning ear to ear. So damned happy I dared anyone to burst my bubble. As I stuck my hand out for a shake, he winked at me.
    "You caught a good one." He slapped me on the back. "I protect all my tenants. You'd better treat her well." His tone was joking. But there was an edge to it, a hint of a threat. He, of all people, had something over on us.
    "I intend to."
    "Good." He gave me a thumbs-up.
    I nodded toward his computer. "Having computer problems?"
    "That damn thing is acting up." He explained the trouble.
    I knew what the problem was. I could fix it in a matter of minutes. "Mind if I take a look? I'm pretty good with computers."
    "I don't want to trouble you," he said. But his protest was feeble.
    "No trouble at all." I took a seat in his chair and, in five computer strokes, fixed it. "There you go. We use this program, too. It's touchy. But I think you'll be okay now."
    Carl thanked me. "You have to bring him around more often, Kayla. I could use a guy with his skills."
    Kay looped her arm through mine. "Yes, he's brilliant with computers, isn't he?" She beamed at me.
    I thought—I hoped, at least—that she really was proud.
    The three of us chatted for a few minutes before we excused ourselves. Carl walked us to the door, inviting me back anytime.
    "You impressed him," Kay whispered in my ear when we were out on the sidewalk.
    "Yeah.