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reach?”
     
    “Oh God, yes,” he groaned, hugging me tighter, thrusting those sexy hips forward.
     
    “Tonight, I’m going to run my tongue over every soft (kiss) and tender (lick) place (another lick) a tongue can touch (lick and kiss combo), and suck…”
     
    “Vixen!” He pulled away from me abruptly, “I can’t believe you’re giving me a hard-on when we are expecting company,” he laughed.
     
    “I can’t believe you thought you could get me all hot and bothered and not get any on you,” I countered, as I joined in his laughter. “Get your ass downstairs and get ready for your meeting, you slacker.”
     
    My face was cupped in two large hands and drawn upward to meet his lips in a warm, ravenous, sucking kiss that melted me into boneless mush. “I love you,” he said brushing another softer kiss over my mouth. He was gone before I could function enough to form a response. I was left standing in the dining room, with my lips half-parted and the taste of David and lust flavoring my mouth. Wow, the man had mad oral skills.
     
    “Earth to Teresa,” Red said as he brushed a shoulder against my leg. “Geez, the goofy look on your face is embarrassing. Snap out of it already, where’s your pride woman!”
     
    “Shut up, Red,” I smiled. “In another year, you’ll be begging me to take you out to visit the females at the kennel - then we’ll see who has the goofiest look on their face.”
     
    “Yeah, whatever,” he brushed off my prediction. He was still young, he didn’t know any better yet. “Ken says you need to get some real clothes on. He laid out some stuff on your bed for you, and told me to tell you the color for today is blue.”
     
    Ken was letting me know what color sunglasses to grab if I don’t want to wear the black ones. Since dogs are, essentially, color blind, they don’t see the same color spectrum as people; Red was pretty worthless with wardrobe selection. Luckily Ken didn’t mind picking out my clothes, even though he was becoming more of a househusband for David and me, rather than the personal assistant he had been hired as.
     
    Ken had had braille tags sewn into my clothes before I met David, but it was a waste of time and effort. We have despaired of me ever learning braille, my fingers just don’t want to cooperate. Stupid fingers. It was so much easier to simply ask someone, and since I don’t care what I wear, I defer to Ken who has better taste in fashion than I ever had.
     
    “Step,” Red told me when we approached the first of eight stairs on the split-level rise to the sleeping area and faux office. My dog waited until we reached the top step before he said, “What kind of test would you like to do for the Colonel this afternoon?”
     
    “We’ll probably need something personal about Colonel Spencer or one of his people. If we did a demonstration identifying objects in the room people may believe Bas or David are giving you clues. The stuff the guys do in the basement is very important and serious, so I don’t want to do anything that may reflect negatively on their credibility. If you see or smell anything that might prove what we can do, then let me know, okay? After all these weeks of working with Mike and Gil at the police department, you have a pretty good idea of what you can do that surprises humans.”
     
    “I am simply amazing, aren’t I,” he said tongue-in-cheek. “I’m so glad you picked me, Teresa.” In an overly sentimental tone he said, “ You complete me,”
     
    I rolled my eyes, “No more sappy TV shows for you. That has got to be the most over used line that ever came out of the movies,” I complained.
     
    “No,” Red argued, “The most overused phrase is ‘Show me the money’.”
     
    I shook my head. I didn’t agree, but I was not going to get into an argument with my dog regarding lines from movies.
     
    Knowing I had complete privacy on the upper floors, I stripped off my sweats and tugged David’s t-shirt