When Wicked Craves

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I couldn't hear much from when I slowed down behind , but the more relaxed atmosphere between Sasha and Gloria when I descend tells me that Gloria's said her piece. She seems to be able to deal with Sasha in her own way.

Now if only Sasha and I could find peace in the present.

He lets me take him up in the elevator—the new one, so it doesn't just stop on the third floor, but goes all the way up. I study him as we ascend, wondering exactly how much pain he really is in. He's not so pale today, at least. Maybe the wander around the yard did him some good.

He glances over at me. "What are you thinking about?"

"You," I tell him truthfully.

His smile is devilish. "Same," he says huskily.

"Good." The elevator comes to a halt, and Sasha steps out gingerly.

"Then let's go and get your meds from Darla, and I'll give you a nice, sexy sponge bath."