Yeah, me again the long suffering muse of Karen Vaughan. What a piece of work that one is. She was too busy whooping it up at a wedding  last weekend to pay me any mind. I got to her this week and gave the wench a piece of my mind. I whipped her into shape and she is back doing what she does best,  


After Patrick and I solidified our plans, we called Oliver and Steve inviting them to join us. However, regrettably they both couldn’t get the same time off at the restaurant without closing it. I didn’t want them to do that so they tossed a coin and it was decided that Steve would come out for the two weeks in August.

I was both excited to see him and he had nervous at the same time. I really wanted to try to remember at least one of my boys.

Having arranged all that, I discovered I was tired. Patrick walked with me to the den. I remembered the bar was in the room and turned to him

“want a night cap?” I asked nervously

he looked at me, surprised “you sure?”

“Yeah, why not?” I smiled at him

Patrick nodded “okay sure, you go get your pyjamas on and I’ll pour the drinks. What’s your pleasure?”

I smiled coyly “surprise me.” I commented as I retreated to the en suite bathroom. When I was in my nightshirt and robe came out and sat on the couch. “So what did you pour me?”

Patrick was smiling mischievously “Taste it.”

I did “Mmmmm, a Mojito?”

Patrick nodded “yes it’s been your favourite for the last four years.” I looked at him “really? What sparked that?”

“We went to Mexico four years ago and you fell in love with them.” He answered me.

“Yum, I can see why!”

I laid my head back against the couch and sighed. Before I realized what was happening, Patrick’s lips were on mine. I let him in as I needed the human contact is much as he did. We must’ve been necking for a while before we came up for air.

“Sorry.” Patrick uttered

“don’t be. It was nice!” I reassured him

“you kiss so nicely carry I wanted to go further but I didn’t want to push you.” He explained

“you’re not pushing Patrick. Stay here with me today. We can just cuddle. Nothing has to happen.”

“Yeah?” He questioned

“absolutely. We’ve been tiptoeing around the elephant in the room since I got home from the hospital. I may not remember us but were married we should act like it.. Sleep here with me please?

Without saying anything, Patrick got up and held out his hand to me I struggled to reach for my crutches before I could he swooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed.











About karenwritesmurder

I am a writer, blogger and radio host. I love to read and my love of books has lead me down this path. People tell me I write like Janet Evanovich. I take that as a compliment as I love her Plum books. I feel like Stephanie and Laura could be best friends.
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