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talking to me.   I had picked a really bad time to space out.   "Sorry, what's up?"
    "I asked what time you wanted to drive out to Twin Peaks to scatter Annie's ashes?   I don't know what time your flight is, but I figured we could get it done relatively early since I have to be at the church this evening to help set up for the Christmas pageant."
    "They still do that? What am I saying, of course they still do that.   I thought I could see some old friends while I'm in town, maybe mend some fences with Luke.   Why don't we do it tomorrow before I fly out?   And I can take you to the Church this evening to get ready for the pageant.   I haven't seen a good Christmas pageant in years.   Do Reverend Donnelly and Mike Campbell still fight over whether or not to use real livestock?"
    "Yes." She snorted and dropped her gaze to her cup, a frown marring her perfect face.   "The Reverend will never forgive him for letting that sheep do his business in the rectory. Look, Cody, I'm not trying to be an inhospitable host, and I know that technically this is your house and all, but I'm not sure, given our history, that it's such a good idea for you to stay through the holidays.   I'm sure you've got someplace else to be."
    "Nope." I grinned as I reached for her free hand and entwined our fingers. "There's no place I would rather be.   It's been a long time since I've spent Christmas at home and it's been even longer since I've had a Monday when I didn't feel like I would rather fall off the face of the earth than climb out of bed and face the day.   Look, I know I screwed things up between us, and while I hope like hell you can forgive me, I just want the chance to say I'm sorry. Give me the chance to prove to you that we can still be friends at least.   Let me learn to love Mondays again."
    She blinked, and her eyes slipped down to my lips.   "I, uh, I don't know, Cody," she said breathlessly, wetting her lips instinctively, a subconscious invitation that I had every intention of accepting.    
    "I think it's a great idea."   I stepped closer to her, lightly fingering a tendril of her hair that had fallen loose from her messy bun before pushing it behind her ear.   She inhaled shakily as she reached out, tracing a finger along my jaw, and a shudder ran down my spine.   All hesitation fled as I leaned forward and claimed her lips with my own, cupping the back of her head with my broad hand and holding her to me.
    She stilled underneath me and I pulled away, concerned that I had moved too fast.   I searched her eyes for a sign, for encouragement, for anything really that would tell me I hadn't just ruined everything.   Before I could ask if she was okay, she shocked me by pressing herself against me.   Her kiss sent the pit of my stomach into a wild swirl of heat and desire.   The feel of her mouth on mine rocked me to my core, and I encircled her with my arms, crushing her to me.   She responded by moving her arms around my neck and tangling her fingers in my hair, tugging gently.  
    I knew in this moment that whatever fire had existed between Monday and I had never died down completely.   There was a spark there, a small flame, quietly banked through the years but never burned down to embers.   If nurtured right, it would come roaring back to life with the force of a wildfire.   I groaned against her and moved my mouth, tracing a path down her neck and her shoulders, tasting the sweetness of her flesh with my tongue and moved my hand from the back of her head to the small of her back, sliding up under the hem of her shirt and pressing against the warm flesh there.   My body surged beneath hers as I moved back up her neck, reclaiming her mouth.
    "Monday," I groaned as her teeth nipped at my lower lip. "Fuck, I've missed this. I missed you.   I almost forgot how good it could be between us."  
    That, apparently, was the wrong thing to say.  
    She moved away from me forcefully, holding her hands out as if to