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leaning down to kiss me.
     
    “I bought you some wine.”  He turned and walked towards the kitchen.  I stood and trotted after him.
     
    “You did?  But you don’t drink,” I said.  He put the bag down and started opening cabinets.
     
    “Generally speaking, no I don’t,” he said.  “I drank a lot when I was younger, and I made a lot of bad decisions.  But, I don’t mind having a glass with you every once in a while.  You’ll just end up drinking more of the bottle than I will.” 
     
    “I didn’t know that was why you don’t drink,” I said.  Patrick handed me a bottle of already chilled wine to slip into the fridge until we were ready for it.
     
    “Yep,” he said.  “I don’t mind being around people who are drinking and know their limits.  I’ve never seen you get completely sloshed, and I’ve noticed that past a point, you switch to water so I know that you know how much you can handle.”
     
    “Charlotte does not put up with sloppy drunks.  She’ll put you out on the side of the road,” I said with a laugh.  Patrick grinned.
     
    “Is that why you know how much you can drink?”  Patrick asked.  I shook my head.
     
    “No, but it helps to know that I’ll be abandoned somewhere and on my own should I get carried away.” 
     
    Patrick fixed us both a plate and took them to the table as I pulled down two wine glasses and poured us both a glass.  We met at the breakfast bar and sat down together.
     
    “Shrimp fried rice and wine.  We are classy,” Patrick said as the two of us collapsed into laughter together.
     
    “So what’s the plan for this weekend together?”  I asked.  Patrick shrugged and took a sip of his wine.
     
    “I didn’t plan anything, really.  We can do anything that you want.”  
     
    I glanced up at him. “What if I want to go shopping in Paris?”
     
    “That would probably be something that you should save for a time when we are together for more than a weekend,” he said with a wink.  I stopped and put down my fork.
     
    “But you’d take me?”
     
    “Of course I would,” Patrick said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.  I smiled to myself and went back to eating.
     

Chapter 10
     
    I woke up the next morning alone in the bed.  I’d completely forgotten that I was at Patrick’s until I heard him humming from outside of the bedroom and smelled something that had to be pig-related.  I’d been contemplating getting up and going to see what he was up to, but he beat me to it, returning with a tray that looked to contain a plate of breakfast food and a large cup of something steaming.
     
    “Breakfast is served, m’lady,” he said, setting the tray on the night stand beside me and grinning.
     
    “What?”  I said, confused.  Breakfast in bed?
     
    “I brought you breakfast, this isn’t that baffling, Jacinta,” he said with an amused grin.  I stopped.
     
    “Yes it is!  Who does that anymore?”  I squealed.
     
    “I do.  Now eat, I’m going to go get my plate.”  He turned and walked out of the room.  I glanced over to the tray beside me.  He’d made French toast, eggs over easy and sausage patties.  The steaming cup was actually tea, and the bag hanging from the side of the cup stated that it was raspberry.  I smiled and turned, perching myself on the edge of the bed and picking up the fork he’d brought.
     
    I wondered, there while he was in the other room, if this was something that I could get used to.  Was this something that I could live with forever?  And if it was, would it be something that I’d get bored with and start searching for a way out of.  Or better yet, would he?  The sex was still just as amazing as it had been that first night, or maybe more so because we’d learned about each other.  We knew what the other liked better, how hard or soft, fast or slow.  I could honestly say that in that moment, right then, sticking that warm buttered piece of French toast into my