Gabriel's Hope (Chapter Three, page 1 of 16)

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By Saturday morning, Deidre was certain she never wanted to leave the ocean. She plopped an omelet onto Logan's plate then turned around to make her own.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but I like it," she said, grinning.

"Nothing has gotten into me," he replied in a deadpan voice. He ate without waiting for her, his eyes either glued to her or the door.

"I guess the sea breeze is good for the libido," she continued. "You're a demon in the sack this weekend. Reminds me of when we just met."

"You think I'm a demon?"

She glanced at him. Was he offended or surprised? Deidre rolled her eyes without answering and went back to cooking her breakfast. She breathed in the ocean air. The bungalow cost as much as to rent for the weekend as a month of her apartment, but she'd never been happier.

"I never realized how much I missed nature. I've lived in Atlanta since I started college. Do you ever miss the countryside?" she asked.


"I really like it here."

She should definitely stay longer. She thought about it as she sprinkled cheese into the skillet. It wasn't like she was saving her money for anything. She'd be dead soon anyway.

No apologies, no regrets, she repeated the mantra she adopted when Wynn first diagnosed her as terminal.

"You want to stay here for the whole week?" she asked.

"Do you?"

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