A Witch and Her Man (Jeff and Gail) Read Online Free
Author: G.E. Stills
reached his apartment, she joined him inside.
"Have a seat. I'll be just a few minutes," he said and pointed in the direction of the couch.
When he disappeared into the other room she looked around. A smile touched her lips. Rather than take a seat, she strolled around the room. This is definitely a bachelor pad. She examined the big screen television and large stereo in a black entertainment center with a glass front. Sizable speakers sat in the four corners of the room.
Walking over to a white couch, she took a seat and smoothed her hand over the cool, faux leather surface. Two facing chairs made of the same material were separated by a black coffee table with a glass top. The chairs and couch appeared to have had little use. A collection of men's magazines were neatly arranged on the table. There were no pictures on the wall and no houseplants.
Jeff continued to make noise in the bedroom as he packed.
There's definitely no female living here and that's a positive sign. That he's not turned off because of my beliefs is encouraging. I hardly know him but I sure wouldn't mind getting to know him better. Now, if I can just find out whether he feels the same way.
Jeff finally returned to the living room carrying a suitcase. Setting the case on the floor beside the coffee table, he made first one call and then a second. The silence from him told her that he got answering machines instead of actual people. From the expression on his face he was not happy. Moments later he confirmed her suspicions. "I just tried calling Shorty again. He didn't answer either of his numbers." Although Jeff did not say more, Gail could tell he was concerned.
Lifting the suitcase, Jeff led her out of his apartment and back to her car. He placed the suitcase onto the rear seat and climbed into the front beside her. Silence filled the car as they drove back to Gail's house. She was sure he was thinking about Shorty. About ten blocks from her house, Jeff prepared to duck out of sight again.
"Not a word," he cautioned in a stern voice.
Gail made a zipper motion across her lips and attempted to look serious but spoiled it with a quick grin. As a precaution, Jeff removed his sport coat and laid it over her lap.
"I was wondering if you were ever going to take that off," she started then fell silent when she caught a glimpse of the deadly looking pistol he wore in his shoulder-mounted holster.
They drove the rest of the way in silence. When she had parked in the garage and lowered the door, he sat up and cautioned her to remain there while he went in and searched the house. A few minutes later, he returned to the garage and told her it was safe to enter. Jeff took his sport coat from Gail and grabbed his suitcase from the back seat. Laying his coat over the back of the couch, he took his suitcase to the extra bedroom and laid it on the bed. Without bothering to open or unpack, he joined Gail in the kitchen.
"Do you mind?" he asked, patting the gun. "If you do, I can always put my coat back on and cover it up."
"I'm not much on guns but considering the situation, I feel much safer." Changing the subject, Gail opened the fridge and pulled out a pitcher. "How about some lemonade and lunch?"
****
Gail took their empty plates, rinsed them off and placed them in the sink. Pouring them both another glass of lemonade, she told him it was time for her daily workout.
"Where do you go?" he asked cautiously. "I can't really watch you at a gym."
Gail laughed and led him down the hallway to the second extra bedroom. When she switched the light on, he remembered the third bedroom was filled with exercise equipment. "Can you watch me here?" she asked.
"I can definitely keep an eye on you here."
"I'll be right back unless you need to watch me while I change." Gail arched one eyebrow and the twinkle in her eyes indicated mischief.
"No, I'll wait here. Just don't go outside," he added,
"Have a seat. I'll be just a few minutes," he said and pointed in the direction of the couch.
When he disappeared into the other room she looked around. A smile touched her lips. Rather than take a seat, she strolled around the room. This is definitely a bachelor pad. She examined the big screen television and large stereo in a black entertainment center with a glass front. Sizable speakers sat in the four corners of the room.
Walking over to a white couch, she took a seat and smoothed her hand over the cool, faux leather surface. Two facing chairs made of the same material were separated by a black coffee table with a glass top. The chairs and couch appeared to have had little use. A collection of men's magazines were neatly arranged on the table. There were no pictures on the wall and no houseplants.
Jeff continued to make noise in the bedroom as he packed.
There's definitely no female living here and that's a positive sign. That he's not turned off because of my beliefs is encouraging. I hardly know him but I sure wouldn't mind getting to know him better. Now, if I can just find out whether he feels the same way.
Jeff finally returned to the living room carrying a suitcase. Setting the case on the floor beside the coffee table, he made first one call and then a second. The silence from him told her that he got answering machines instead of actual people. From the expression on his face he was not happy. Moments later he confirmed her suspicions. "I just tried calling Shorty again. He didn't answer either of his numbers." Although Jeff did not say more, Gail could tell he was concerned.
Lifting the suitcase, Jeff led her out of his apartment and back to her car. He placed the suitcase onto the rear seat and climbed into the front beside her. Silence filled the car as they drove back to Gail's house. She was sure he was thinking about Shorty. About ten blocks from her house, Jeff prepared to duck out of sight again.
"Not a word," he cautioned in a stern voice.
Gail made a zipper motion across her lips and attempted to look serious but spoiled it with a quick grin. As a precaution, Jeff removed his sport coat and laid it over her lap.
"I was wondering if you were ever going to take that off," she started then fell silent when she caught a glimpse of the deadly looking pistol he wore in his shoulder-mounted holster.
They drove the rest of the way in silence. When she had parked in the garage and lowered the door, he sat up and cautioned her to remain there while he went in and searched the house. A few minutes later, he returned to the garage and told her it was safe to enter. Jeff took his sport coat from Gail and grabbed his suitcase from the back seat. Laying his coat over the back of the couch, he took his suitcase to the extra bedroom and laid it on the bed. Without bothering to open or unpack, he joined Gail in the kitchen.
"Do you mind?" he asked, patting the gun. "If you do, I can always put my coat back on and cover it up."
"I'm not much on guns but considering the situation, I feel much safer." Changing the subject, Gail opened the fridge and pulled out a pitcher. "How about some lemonade and lunch?"
****
Gail took their empty plates, rinsed them off and placed them in the sink. Pouring them both another glass of lemonade, she told him it was time for her daily workout.
"Where do you go?" he asked cautiously. "I can't really watch you at a gym."
Gail laughed and led him down the hallway to the second extra bedroom. When she switched the light on, he remembered the third bedroom was filled with exercise equipment. "Can you watch me here?" she asked.
"I can definitely keep an eye on you here."
"I'll be right back unless you need to watch me while I change." Gail arched one eyebrow and the twinkle in her eyes indicated mischief.
"No, I'll wait here. Just don't go outside," he added,
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