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me second guess myself, but I did what I always did and pushed them aside. I knew what I had to do and I wasn't about to let everyone down because I was too weak.
    I had a plan I was going to follow, and that was enough.
    It had to be enough, because it was all I had.
     

Chapter 6
    Blayne
    I hadn't been able to stop thinking about Katka all day. We'd barely spoken this week and even our texts had been abrupt. Something was up and I was determined to find out what. There was a problem though. Whenever I thought about seeing Katka again, thoughts immediately turned physical. I'd started going over what I'd say to get her to start talking, but it always ended up being some sort of blow-off statement and then the two of us would start kissing and...well, nakedness would ensue.
    I closed my eyes as I stepped under the hot spray. A shower had been in order as soon as I'd gotten home. Just before I'd entered my building, a cab had gone right through a puddle, showering me with dirty slush. I wasn't sure if I was going to see Katka tonight or tomorrow, but I didn't want to spend the rest of the night covered in that shit, so into the shower I'd gone.
    As I soaped my hair, I tried to get my thoughts back on track. I'd call Katka while I made myself something to eat. I didn't want to have a serious conversation over the phone, so I'd see if she wanted me to come to her place or meet at a hotel. Most of the really nice ones in the city were off limits because of Dad's spies, but there were still a couple where I could get some privacy. Her apartment was risky since I knew my father probably was aware of Livie's old address, but if he had anyone watching, I supposed I could find a lie that would work, like I was getting something for my wife. Livie was, after all, still paying for the place.
    I'd been a little surprised when Katka had told me that, since I'd gotten the impression from Livie that she valued self-reliance. I hadn't asked about it though. It may have been my money but it wasn't my business. And it really wasn't my money. To avoid my father finding out I was actually paying Livie to be my wife, we'd set up a joint bank account where I'd deposited the first portion of the money I'd promised her, with some extra I'd use from time to time to keep up appearances. To Dad, it would look like I was just being smart and keeping Livie from having access to everything. Hopefully, it would look like that to the INS too. With my inheritance being my primary concern, I sometimes forgot that Livie and I were technically under government scrutiny as well.
    I rinsed my hair and then reached for the washcloth. I hadn't thought about the green card situation in a while. I knew Livie had applied for hers, but I wondered what Katka's status was. I couldn't see Livie risking her sister's future, so there would have to be things in place to take care of Kat no matter what happened with Livie. It was one of the reasons I wanted to tell Livie the truth. I knew that her sister's happiness was her top priority. And Katka was happy with me.
    My Kat. The image of her danced in front of my face. I missed her. My hand ran the washcloth across my chest, the spicy scent of my body wash filling the bathroom. I could almost imagine her here with me, her beautiful body glistening as the water cascaded down it. I could see the individual drops as they ran from her collarbone down the slope of her breast to the tip of one hardened nipple.
    Fuck. I should've gone for a cold shower.
    I closed my eyes as I set the washcloth aside and used my hand to coat my cock with soap. It was half-hard, but a few firm strokes had me ready to go. I imagined it was Katka's hand on me, fingers expertly moving over my throbbing shaft as she lowered her head to take me into her mouth.
    The water turned her hair a darker shade and the moisture on her eyelashes made those deep green depths glow like emeralds. She looked up at me as she rested her hand on my hip. The expression on