Free The Apple Of My Eye by Christine McGreggor Page B

her.
                  “I wasn’t sure what you would like, so I just got a little bit of everything,” Hayes admitted, surveying his purchases. “I think Kara may have a point. This is a lot of food.”
                  “I think it’s wonderful. We can eat the leftovers for lunch. I’m going to throw together stew for dinner. Will you be here all day?” Michelle asked her tone hopeful.
                  “I will be here today and probably all of tomorrow too. After that, I have a few other jobs I need to get done.” Hayes considered the piles of food. “What are you going to have?
                  Michelle picked up a box of Belgian waffles and a to-go coffee cup that had “Michelle” written on it in sharpie. She took a sip, and sighed appreciatively. “Ooh, caramel mocha, my favorite. How did you know?”
                  “Kara’s been telling me your innermost secrets.” Hayes smiled and picked up an omelet. “I’m eternally in her debt.”
                  “I’m going to have to have a little talk with her. She’s giving away all my weaknesses.”
                  “Oh? The divine Miss Perry has weaknesses?” Hayes put his food down and stalked towards her around the counter. “I wonder what they could be?”
                  Michelle put her food back on the island and edged away, playfully staying just out of his reach. “I’ll never tell.”
                  Hayes’ voice was a bass growl. “We’ll see about that.” With a lightning fast lunge his arms wrapped around her, securing his prize. His mouth came down on hers and Michelle melted into his embrace. Michelle buried her hands in his silky soft hair, mewling in the back of her throat as his tongue mated with hers. His embraced tightened, pressing her soft breasts against the hardened planes of his chest. He broke the kiss, pulling a fraction of an inch away to admire his prisoner. “I think I might have just found another one.”
                  Michelle nodded shakily. “I think you have.” Her stomach grumbled audibly. “Apparently my stomach is a third.”
                  Hayes chuckled. “Right, let’s take care of that, shall we?” He gently loosed Michelle from his embrace. “Food first, then work, and afterward… we can talk about weaknesses some more.” With a final searing glance he retreated with his breakfast to the dining room.
     

CHAPTER ELEVEN
     
                  The rest of the morning flew by. After breakfast, Michelle threw the ingredients for her stew together in the slow cooker. Then she headed to the home improvement store to buy the paint and wallpaper remover for the master bedroom. When she got back, Kara was already hard at work, removing layers of wallpaper from the walls. The girls spent the rest of the morning hard at work, first getting every shred of paper taken down, and then applying the primer. Over their late lunch break, Kara explained that she would be leaving for a few hours.
                  “Hayes had a friend of his call me. He’s in family law and he’s made some time to see me this afternoon. He said filing the restraining order won’t cost anything, and he’s agreed to help me work through the rest of the paperwork.” She dangled a sliver of bacon in front of Galoshes, who was threading his way between Kara’s legs, hoping for a handout.
                  “That’s great Kara. Don’t worry about me. I'll wait until the primer dries and start putting on the base coat.” Michelle watched her cat grab the bacon and make for the living room. “You know that’s not good for him, right?”
                  Kara shrugged. “Get a dog, and I will feed him the bacon instead.” She snickered as Michelle firmly shut the Styrofoam box holding the bacon. “Oh, and I’m not worried. I’m sure you will find