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a clean dishtowel from the drawer and started drying.
    When the last of dishes were clean, Gabriel got this look on his face.  Bewildered.  He looked at Lucy with beseeching eyes.
    “What?” she asked as she dried and stacked the last of the plates.
    He shook his head, and the befuddled smile on his face was just... well, it was gorgeous.
    “How do you... ” he gestured to the sink of soapy water.  “How do you drain it?”
    Oh...
    Lucy took his hand in hers and pushed it into the still warm, sudsy water, and felt around until she found the metal and rubber stopper.  She let his fingers find it as well before she said, “Now pull it out.”
    He made a muffled chuckle, and then pulled out the stopper.  He looked at it in his hand, his face scrunching into an expression of distaste.  It was half-full of leftovers from dinner.
    She took it from him and discarded the lot in the trashcan in the corner, and then came back and started scrubbing out the sink with more Dawn and a metal scrubby.
    Gabriel came up behind her and folded her in his arms. 
    It was so nice, so deliciously needed. Her body hungered for the warmth of his.  And god he was warm—so much warmer than a human.
    She leaned back against him and turned, oh so slowly, around to face him.  The moment their lips got close enough they kissed each other, deeply, with such hunger and passion. 
    Lucy had needed this for so long, to be with him, to be alone with him—a feeling so deep, so primal that it made her shiver even as a roiling heat built inside her. 
    She wanted Gabriel, and she wanted him now .
    And from the feel of his body against hers, she was sure he felt the same way.
    Damn it to bloody hell , though, Gabriel was too good a man—or was he a boy scout?—to let it go any further before they were married. 
    He pulled himself away from her, lips parting last, and then kind of stumbled back from her.  She wanted to reach out and drag him back to her, to pick up where they’d left off...
    But he was just suddenly on the other side of the kitchen, his jacket in one hand and his other gripped on the woodwork of the doorway.  A white knuckled grip.
    Damn werewolves and their supernatural speed!
    “That’s not a good idea,” he said breathlessly.
    Lucy cocked her hip, haughtily placing her hand there for effect.  “I don’t know... seemed pretty good to me.” She licked her lips.
    Always call attention to your mouth when attempting seduction, and then make the man notice other, even more appealing parts of you.  She took a sultry breath and arched her back.
    Gabriel’s eyes started to go that hot, amber wolf color that made Lucy tingle all over.  Totally sexy, totally uncontrolled. 
    But then he looked away and a literal gasp escaped his lips.  “Your grandmother would kill me.”
    And then he was just gone.  There was a click of the screen door, and then the revving of his Jag’s engine, and then he was gone.
    Lucy slumped against the counter of the sink and dried her still wet hands on a dishtowel. 
    She so needed to get this wedding thing over with.  If she didn’t, she was going to spontaneously combust and catch the whole house on fire.
     
    ~*~
     
    Micah was on his way out of Lucy’s grandmother’s house, a big, half-eaten sandwich in his left hand and the keys to his Jeep in his right.  He was chewing some of Lillian’s fine Roast Beast and Mary’s Little Lamb when a guy on a skateboard rolled up the driveway. 
    At first Micah didn’t give him a second glance—so not his type: skinny and not all that tall.  Plus he was obviously pretty young, a freaking teenager.  But he remembered that Lucy had a younger brother, Keith or Kevin or Kyle or something.  So Micah decided to extend a little soon-to-be brother-in-law courtesy to the pup.
    He swallowed the delicious meat he’d been chewing and moved to intercept the rolling teenager.  He took a breath to say Hey, how’s it hanging? or some shit like that, when