Chapter one hundred and eighty-five:

 

Christy climbed out of bed the next morning, unable to hide a smile from her lips.

She slipped into a complimentary robe.

She knotted it loosely around her waist and followed the scent of coffee into the main room.

Isaac was slouched on the sofa with the morning news on the television.

He had a mug of coffee cradled in his left hand, but otherwise seemed

She leaned over the back of the sofa and put her arms around him, running her fingers slowly down his bare chest.

“Good morning.” She cooed into his right ear.

He chuckled. “Good morning. Sleep well?”

“Like a baby.”

He raised her hands to his lips and kissed her fingers. “Yeah, we had a busy night.”

“I know… how about you come back to bed…”

He laughed. “C, we’ve got to leave for the airport in a couple of hours. I still need to shower and-“

“So, we’ll only do it once.” She kissed his neck.

He laughed. “How about I get you a coffee, hmm? We’ll watch the news and get ready.”

“Awww… honey!” she protested. “Are you worn out?”

“A little.” He laughed.

“I bet I can change that.”

He laughed again.

“We’ve got to start getting ready. We’ve got to leave for the airport in two hours.”

“Alright, fine.” She stood up straight and walked around the sofa.

She stood in between Isaac and the television.

She took his mug of coffee from him and took a sip.

“You keep watching the news, and I’ll be in bed… if you change your mind.”

She removed her robe and dropped it on the sofa, walking slowly back towards the bedroom.

He raised his eyebrows and sighed heavily.

He put his coffee down and clicked off the television.

Christy always knew the most effective way to be persuasive.

 

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