"Chris, ya in here?"
"In the kitchen, Vin," Larabee called and relaxed when the Texan joined him.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine...why?"
"Heard ya had a bit of a blow out with Mark."
"Word certainly gets around," the blond said and reached for the cup of coffee he'd just poured.
"Well, Buck said ya could hear the two of ya across the street," Tanner said. "Any more of that watered down coffee?'
"Plenty...but what's the point if you're just going to insult it," Larabee said with a grin.
"Well, see I figure if'n I insult ya enough ya might just make it stronger...a real man's brew."
"Thanks, but I'd rather drink my coffee and not have to use a knife and spoon. Where is everyone?"
"At the office. Where's Anne...figured she'd be here," the Texan said.
"She's working days this week," Larabee said of the woman he'd grown to love. He'd tried to push her away when he came home from St. Dominique, but the feisty woman would hear nothing of it. She'd told him his eyes were not the only thing she loved about him and that just because he was blind did not mean he was any less a man than the one she'd fallen in love with.
"So, what happened with Mark?"
"The sonofabitch wouldn't listen to reason."
"And you do?"
"To a certain extent," Larabee said with a grin.
"What did he want you to do?"
"Wanted me to think about going into a home where they could teach me how to live with my blindness. I told him I didn't need that."
"I think you more than told him...did you actually try to hit him?"
"Once or twice," the blond answered.
"Chris, he's only tryin'..."
"To make me do something I don't want to, Vin. This ranch is my home...I don't need to..."
"It wouldn't be forever, Chris, just until ya learned ta..."
"Don't fucking start with me, Vin. I know I'm blind...I know I can't do what I want to do, but I'm not going to roll over an die! Not now!"
"Problems, boys?"
"What the fuck are you doing here, Josiah? Come to check up on the blind man? Well, hell, where are the rest of the boys? Tell them to come in and see the blind man..."
"Jesus, Josiah, I know you said he was a good man, but he sure sounds like someone who's feeling sorry for himself."
"Who's that?" Larabee asked angrily.
"He's a friend of mine, Chris. His name's Bernard Wallace and I asked him to come see..."
"The blind man! Well go ahead and look and then get the fuck out of my home!"
"Well don't that just beat all," Wallace said. "You're one sorry sonofabitch!"
"I didn't ask you to come out here!" Larabee snapped and shoved the cup of coffee away from him.
"Chris, Bernie's here to help," Sanchez tried.
"I don't need his fucking help, Josiah. I don't need anyone's help!" With those words, the irate man stood and stumbled out of the room, leaving three men standing in his kitchen.
"I'm sorry, Bernie," the ex-preacher said.
"Don't be, Josiah," Wallace said and reached out to find a chair. Pulling it out he sat down and began to speak. "How long did you say Chris has been blind?"
"Guess it's been close to four months now," Sanchez answered.
"How many times has he blown up like this?" the newcomer asked.
"A lot," Tanner answered. The man seated across from him was blind, there was no doubt about that, but it seemed to Vin he could see more than most sighted people. "He had a run in with the man who was s'posed ta come out here and help him...don't 'spect we'll be seein' Mark."
"Expect to see more. I've seen men react like this before and I can tell you it's normal. Chris probably hasn't shown any of you just how angry he is about being blind."
"How long have ya been blind?" the Texan asked curiously.
"Bernie was born without the gift of sight, Vin, but he more than makes up for that one..."
"Flaw," Wallace chuckled softly. "Is there any more coffee?"
"Sure," Tanner answered and quickly grabbed two more cups from the center of the table. He filled them both and slid one to Josiah and the other to Wallace. "So, ya gonna tell me why yer here?"
"Bernie works with people with vision loss, Vin. We met through Father O'Neill..."
"Josiah helps out at the institute when he's not doing penance at the church," Wallace explained. "He told me about Chris and how he lost his sight. It's harder for him to deal with than someone like me who's never been able to see, but if you boys are willing to help I think we can help Chris work through his anger and resentment."
"Resentment?" Tanner asked.
"Yep, it's natural for Chris to resent you boys because you can see...especially Standish since he was with Chris through all this. How are they getting along?"
"Not very well," Sanchez explained. "Ezra's been trying too hard and Chris just doesn't give him a chance right now."
"Chris can be a miserable sonofabitch sometimes, but lately he's been making Ezra feel like he's dirt," the tracker told him.
"Ezra was with him when he was blinded?" Wallace asked.
"They were attending Ezra's mother's wedding. Ezra asked Chris to go with him and Chris agreed," Sanchez said.
"Chris lost a bet a long time ago and Ezra called him on it," the Texan corrected the older man. "While they were on St Dominique they found out some damning things about Reginald Thibideu. Chris and Ezra were in bad shape by the time we got there."
"Then Chris' anger is probably aimed at Ezra because he came out of it relatively unscathed," Wallace explained.
"Chris don't..."
"Don't tell me he doesn't resent Ezra, because I can tell you right now he may not say it, but it's there...deep down, probably buried beneath the layers of pain, but it's there. Hell Chris is human and it's a natural human reaction."
"So how do we help him?" Tanner asked.
"Be there for him...don't treat him like an invalid and don't let him drown in despair and self pity because that's not what he needs. I have a friend...a man who's been with me for more years than I care to remember, told me off more than once too when I needed it."
"Can ya help Chris?" the worried Texan asked.
"Don't see why not," Wallace said. "I'll call Rick and see if he's available to blind proof this place. That hasn't been done yet, has it?"
"No, Chris hasn't really let anyone help him, except Anne Sheridan," Sanchez explained.
"Who is she and how close are they?" the blind man asked.
"Chris has been seeing her for quite some time now and they are very close," the ex-preacher answered.
"Any change since he's been blind?"
"Ya might say that, but Anne wouldn't let him away with it," Tanner said with a grin, standing when he heard a crash coming from the back of the house. Leaving Wallace sitting where he was, the two members of The Firm raced toward the sound.
Without bothering to knock, Vin shoved open the door to find Chris sitting on the floor amidst a jumble of broken glass. He hurried toward his friend and could see the raw emotion on the man's face.
"What happened, Chris?" Tanner said moving the larger pieces of glass aside. It was obvious the man was no longer angry, instead there seemed to be an aura of loss surrounding him.
"I broke it, Vin...Sarah's crystal vase. I was angry and I...I grabbed it and threw it at the floor...God I hate feeling like this. Hate being helpless."
"I know ya do, Cowboy, but it ain't gonna be this way forever. Why don't we get you out of this and I'll clean it up."
"Sarah'd kill me..."
"No, she wouldn't," Sanchez said. "She might kick your ass for breaking it, but then she'd tell you it's just a vase and not worth being upset over."
Between the two men they helped Larabee out of the glass and sat him on the edge of his bed. Vin looked at Sanchez and motioned for him to leave them alone and was grateful when the older man immediately understood and left the room.
"You still here, Vin?"
"Right here," Tanner answered and sat next to his friend.
"What about Josiah and his friend?"
"In the kitchen."
"Guess I should apologize for being such an ass."
"Might be a good idea," the Texan told him and saw a growing red stain on Larabee's leg. "Chris, ya cut yerself."
"I did? Where?"
"Yer leg. I'm jest gonna take a look."
"It doesn't hurt," Larabee said. He sat back while Vin touched his left leg, wincing when the Texan shifted the material of his jeans.
"Come on inta the bathroom and I'll clean it up. Might need stitches..."
"I'm not going to the hospital," Larabee stated when the other man helped him to his feet.
"Might not have a choice, Chris, unless ya want me diggin' in there," the Texan said and chuckled at the look on Larabee's face. Once in the bathroom Vin helped Chris with his pants and settled him on the closed toilet seat. He winced when he caught site of the gash and grabbed one of the clean towels and pressed it against the wound to slow the steady stream of blood.
"How's it look?"
"Well...that trip to the hospital is a definite possibility right now. Ya need stitches," Tanner explained.
"Damn it!"
"And then some."
"How is he, Josiah?" Wallace asked when the ex-preacher rejoined him.
"He's calmed down some," Sanchez answered.
"You know this is normal for someone who's going through what Chris is?"
"I know, don't make it any easier though."
"Never does. Look the faster we get to work on making this place safe for Chris the better he'll feel. Being blind doesn't mean you can't live a normal life, just means you have to do it a little differently."
"Are you going to help us teach him, Bernie?"
"That's why you brought me out here isn't it?" the man asked with a cocky grin. "I'll call Rick tonight. You just clear it with your friend before I make final arrangements. You know I'll want to stay here until we're sure Chris is ready to make the adjustments himself?"
"I know. I don't see there being any real problem. Chris may be stubborn, but he's not stupid and once he thinks about it he'll see that you being here is for the best."
"Josiah, that damn pedestal you're putting me on is a might high for a blind man," Wallace said.
"Never, My friend..."
"Josiah, need your help in here!" Tanner's voice reached them from the bedroom.
"Go!" Wallace ordered.
"I'll be back," Sanchez said and hurried to the back of the house. "What's wrong, Vin?"
"Chris cut his leg on the glass...he's gonna need stitches. Can you get the first aid kit?"
"It's in the kitchen, Josiah," Larabee said.
"Be right back," the older man said and hurried to retrieve the requested item. He quickly updated Wallace even as he hurried back to the bathroom.
"Damn it, Vin, I'm not going!"
"Yes, you are, Chris!"
"Problems, Brothers?" Sanchez asked.
"Stubborn sonofabitch says he's not goin'!"
"I guess we could just leave him here until he passes out from blood loss...then we'll put him in the car..."
"Nah, call an ambulance and have them waitin'. Ya know how much Chris loves ridin'..."
"Chris is sitting right here!" Larabee snapped.
"For now," Sanchez said. "Won't be for long. Are you feeling light headed yet?"
"No! Damn it!" the blond spat. "It's not bleeding that much!"
"How many towels is that, Vin?"
"Third one. Josiah, think we should call Anne so she's not shocked when we bring him in by ambulance..."
"Jesus!" Chris cursed and shook his head. "All right."
"All right what?" Tanner asked innocently, and used a pressure bandage to stem the flow of blood.
"Take me to the fucking hospital!"
"Now that's the best thing you've said all day," Sanchez said. "Vin?"
"Yes, Josiah?"
"Think I should carry him..."
"Try it and you'll be the one needing stitches," Larabee warned.
"I'll get you a pair of shorts," Sanchez said through hearty laughter. It wasn't long before they had the injured man dressed and ready to go. The bleeding had slowed down and they'd wrapped the wound tightly before helping Chris out to Tanner's jeep.
"Call me if there are any problems, Vin," Sanchez said.
"I will," the Texan answered.
"Josiah, tell your friend I'm sorry for being such a jerk," Larabee said.
"Apology accepted, Mr. Larabee," Wallace said. "Any chance you'd let me talk to you about some improvements we could make to your lifestyle?"
"Guess so," the blond answered.
"When?"
"How about we meet at the office once Chris is finished at the hospital?" Sanchez offered. "I could make a run to Delvecchio's and grab some sandwiches and coffee."
"Chris?" Tanner asked.
"Sounds like a plan," the blond answered. He hadn't spent much time at the office since returning from St. Dominique, but there was a man there he owed an apology to and today seemed like as good a day as any. He leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes, wishing he'd thought to bring his dark glasses with him.
"Here ya go, Cowboy," Tanner said and placed a pair of Ray Bans in the blond's left hand before driving away from the house.
"Thanks, Vin," Larabee said with a grin as he slipped the glasses on. It wasn't that they made a difference to his sight, but it made him feel better knowing people couldn't see his eyes. His leg had begun to sting, but it was nothing serious and he relaxed against the seat as the Texan drove out onto the road.
Chris opened his eyes when the jeep came to a stop. "Vin, it's not an emergency...park in visitors."
"I will, but I figured it'd be best if'n I dropped ya here first."
"For a damn scratch?" Larabee asked impatiently.
"Damn scratch is still leakin' blood all over my jeep," Tanner said and pointedly unsnapped his friend's seatbelt. "I'll park and meet ya in there!"
"Sonofabitch!" the blond spat, and knew there'd be no arguing with the Texan. He opened the door and stepped outside and found the Texan guiding him to a seat.
"See ya in a few."
"Wait! Vin, I don't need a damn wheelchair!"
"Stay put, Larabee or so help me I'll strap ya in it!"
Anne Sheridan loved her job, loved helping the patients and talking to them about their families. She'd taken the job at Saint Vincents in order to be close to the man she'd fallen head over heels in love with. Chris' anger at being blind was normal, and she knew it would be some time before he came to terms with it. She'd spoken with Josiah about getting his friend involved and knew the two men were at Larabee's ranch and hopefully they'd be able to get through to him.
Taking her salad and coffee, Anne headed for the exit sign, intent on enjoying lunch at the park across the street. Once there she was greeted by several nurses and joined them near the water fountain.
"Hi, Anne, how's that man of yours?" Tammy Weston asked.
"You know, Chris, he's being his usually stubborn self," Sheridan answered and lifted the lid from the romaine lettuce and adding the Caesar salad dressing.
"Chris Larabee? Stubborn? Since when?" Rhonda Martin teased.
"Since the day I met him," Anne told them.
"Isn't that Chris over there?" Tammy asked.
"Where?" Sheridan asked and turned toward the hospital.
"In the wheel...that is Chris," Weston said, but Anne had already spotted the man even as Vin Tanner joined him.
Chris heard the jeep pull away and silently cursed the anger that had caused this trip to Saint Vincents. He knew his temper was something he'd need to deal with and that would not happen until he faced the fact that he was blind and probably always would be if the tests were any indication. So far he'd been told they could not find a reason for his loss of vision, but there were still more appointments with the ophthalmic surgeon to deal with.
"All right, Cowboy, let's get you taken care of," Tanner said.
"Chris, what happened?"
"Hi, Anne," Tanner greeted the pretty nurse.
"Hi, nothing serious. Just a scratch," Larabee answered.
"Oh my word," Sheridan said. "Vin, let's get him inside. When did this happen?"
"About an hour ago. Cut himself on a piece of glass," Tanner said and wheeled the chair through the open doorway.
"Sandy, do we have a room available?" Sheridan asked of the ER nurse.
"Room three," Sandy answered.
"This way, Vin," Sheridan said and led them to the examination room.
"Anne, it's nothing serious," Larabee said.
"Let the doctor be the judge of that, Chris," the woman said and looked up as an ER nurse entered the room.
"Hi, Anne, Sandy told me I have a new patient."
"Hi, Pamela, Chris cut his leg," Anne explained as Vin helped the blond onto the bed.
"Well, let's take a look shall we? Vin, why don't you go out and update his chart for me?" the second woman suggested.
"Sure, Pamela," Tanner said, and hurried from the room.
"Keep telling everyone it's not bad," Larabee said impatiently, wincing when someone tugged lightly on the pressure bandage.
"This is probably going to need stitches," Pamela said.
"Who's working today?" Anne asked.
"Dr. Tobias. He'll be in shortly. You're lucky today, Chris, it's been slow, not that I'm complaining or anything," Pamela explained.
"Chris, I have to get back to work. Will you be okay?"
"I'm fine, Anne, haven't needed anyone to hold my hand in a long time," Larabee stated flatly.
"I know, Honey, but you know how I worry about you," Anne said, raising the head of the bed before kissing his forehead.
"Yes, I do," the blond said with a grin as he pulled her closer. "What time are you finished?"
"I get off at six," Sheridan answered. "Want me to come out to the ranch?"
"Hell yeah..."
"Ah hum," Pamela said, interrupting the couple. "You two need to get a room."
"Already got one if you'd leave us alone," the blond said with a mischievous grin.
"Down boy," Anne said and disentangled her arms from his. "Have Vin bring you to the third floor nursing station when you're through here. Okay?"
"Sure," Larabee said and settled back against the pillows. He heard her leave and soon felt a hand touch his left leg again.
"That's quite the gash," Pamela said and prepared the items she'd need to clean the wound.
"It don't feel that bad," the blond told her.
"I'm going to clean it while we wait for Dr. Tobias..."
"I'm right here, Pamela," Tobias said upon entering the small examination room. "What do we have?"
"He's cut his leg on a piece of glass," the nurse answered.
"That looks nasty," the physician said and probed the wound. "We'll need to irrigate it and make sure there are no splinters hiding in there. Mr. Larabee, when did you have your last tetanus?"
"Not sure," Larabee answered, wishing he could see if the man was as young as he sounded.
"Guess we'll need to check that," Tobias said. "You'll need stitches."
"So they tell me," Larabee said.
"Pamela, is going to give you a shot for pain and then she'll freeze the area before I sew it up," the physician told the nurse and looked at the chart she handed him. "Says your last tetanus was three years ago so there's no need to give you another one."
"Least that's good news," the blond said.
"All right, Chris, this might sting a little," the nurse said and injected the medication in the man's hip before turning her attention to his leg and injecting the area around the raw looking wound.
Chris relaxed while the doctor waited for the freezing agent to take affect and soon felt the man's hand on his leg.
"All right, Chris, looks like we're all set," Tobias said.
The blond nodded and gripped the edge of the bed, but was surprised when he didn't feel anything except a slight tug on his skin. He was shocked when he heard the man remove the surgical gloves and tell the nurse to dress the wound.
"That's it, Chris," the physician said. "It's going to be sore for a while, but if you keep it clean it should heal just fine. See Dr. Midland in a week and she'll remove them."
"Thanks, Doc," Larabee said.
"You're welcome," the man said before hurrying from the room.
"Someone in here need a ride?"
"Come on in, Vin," Larabee said.
"Ya done already?"
"Told you it was just a scratch," the blond told him.
"That scratch, as you call it, took eight stitches to close, Chris," Pamela lightly scolded. "He needs to make an appointment with Dr. Midland to get them out in a week."
"I'll see that he does..."
"He's sitting right here!" Larabee stated, folding his arms across his chest. He knew they weren't ignoring him, but sometimes it felt like people didn't see you, or chose not to see you when you were right in front of them.
"I know ya are, Cowboy," Tanner said, chuckling softly and helped his friend into a wheelchair. "Why don't we go grab somethin' ta eat?"
"Told Anne I'd get you to bring me up to her floor."
"Don't ya two get 'nough of each other at home?"
"Never," Larabee answered honestly. There was something about Anne Sheridan that got under his skin and refused to let go. He loved her, there was no doubt about that, but he also liked to be with her. He loved losing himself in the scent of her hair, or the soft touch of her hand against his cheek. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't hear the younger man call to him until Tanner shook his arm and called his name.
"Larabee?"
"Huh? Did you say something?"
"Asked ya if'n Anne was spending the weekend with ya?"
"I hope so," Larabee said and felt the wheelchair stop. He heard the Texan pushing the button and smiled at the thought of the woman upstairs. "She's something else."
"I bet she is," Tanner said and knew his friend understood what he meant. "What floor is she working, Chris?"
"Third," Larabee answered.
Anne looked toward the elevator every time the door opened, but was disappointed when the one man she wanted to see didn't exit. She kept checking the clock and was growing concerned about the length of time it was taking. When the door opened and Vin wheeled Chris out she dropped the file she'd been updating on the desk and hurried to meet them. She quickly kissed Larabee and then smiled at the Texan before asking.
"How did it go?" Anne asked.
"It went fine," Larabee answered. "I have to see Doc Midland in a week to get the stitches out."
"How many did Dr. Tobias put in?"
"Eight," the blond answered.
"Ouch, I'm sure he told you to take it easy and keep it clean," Anne said.
"Yes, he did," Larabee answered with a cocky grin. "I figure that won't be a problem since I have my own personal nurse."
"Is that right?"
"I hope so. I could use some TLC tonight...and tomorrow and tomorrow night and..."
"Think yer layin' it on a little ta thick, Cowboy," Tanner chuckled.
"Hell, are her hands on her hips?"
"Yep."
"Her mouth curled up on one side?"
"Yep."
"Is she rolling her eyes?"
"She is now."
"Shit...Anne, you know I love when you..."
"Mother hen..."
"Shut up, Tanner!" Larabee snapped and pushed the Texan away from the chair. "I love when you take care of me...using your own special oils and..."
"All right, Chris, ya got her blushin'!"
"Jesus, Vin, are you trying to get put me in the doghouse?"
"You're doing a fine job of that on your own," Anne said, but her actions quickly put any thoughts of the doghouse out of Larabee's head as she whispered in his ear. "Tonight, my love."
"Hooyah!" the blond shouted and pulled her close. "I love you, Anne."
"Get him out of here before the whole floor hears him," Sheridan said and watched the two men leave. She turned to see several of her colleagues watching her and knew her cheeks were red. She wasn't embarrassed to show her love, but sometimes it was hard not to show her emotions.
"Have you ever seen two sexier men?" Stephanie asked.
"Actually, the whole damn team is sexy," Gail answered. "Have you seen them in a hospital gown? It's enough to make my heart beat a mile a minute."
"A time or two," Anne answered softly. "But there's only one that I've studied rather intimately."
"I'm sure you know every dimple...every mark...every crevice," Stephanie said with a grin.
"Oh, there's no hips, hands, or butts about that," Gail teased.
"All right, Ladies, I believe it's time we got back to work," Anne said, picking up the file she'd discarded earlier and trying to concentrate on her notations. She could hear the others talking and smiled when the conversation turned back to the seven members of The Firm.
Chris sat at his desk and felt around for the familiar items he left there. A picture of Sarah and Adam, a small jade paperweight, and the desk organizer filled with pens and pencils. It had been so long since he'd been here and he was beginning to wonder if it was time to hand Orrin Travis his resignation. What good was a blind man in the investigative field? How long could he honestly believe his sight would return?
"Chris, Bernie and Josiah are waiting in the conference room," Tanner said.
"Be right there, Vin," Larabee said and reached for the white cane. He quickly opened it, and stood up, wincing when he landed a little too heavily on his left leg and felt the tug on the wound there. Using the cane was becoming routine now for the blond and he quickly maneuvered out of his office, across the outer bullpen and into the conference room. He could hear the others talking and soon shook hands with the newcomer.
"Chris, I brought along a friend of mine who's been a great asset to me and the people I work with. Rick Landry..."
"Hello, Mr. Larabee," Landry said and reached for the man's offered hand.
"Rick's been working with the vision impaired for more years than he wants to remember," Wallace explained.
"Mr. Larabee, I hope you don't mind my being here," Landry said and took the seat next to his friend.
"I don't mind, but if we're going to be working closely you might as well call me Chris," Larabee said.
"Chris, ya want me ta stay?" Tanner asked.
"Actually, if it's all right with Chris I'd like you all to stay. This way we can show you all what you can do to help Chris," Wallace said.
"We'll do anything to help," Dunne told them when the six members of Larabee's team were seated around the conference table.
"Thanks, JD," Larabee said with a smile. "So, what are you going to do to make my life better?"
"Well, for starters how would you feel about having a pet?" Landry asked.
"Guess that depends on what you mean by a pet," the blond answered.
"Well, my organization has been working providing guide dogs for the blind for nearly eight years. If you are interested in having one it will mean some intense training and getting to know the animal and the added care that comes with owning one," Landry explained.
"A dog?" Larabee whispered, but wasn't sure he wanted to have an animal around just yet. "I'd like to think about that for a while."
"All right, but please keep them in mind. The relationship between a guide dog and their owner is one of trust and security and it takes some time to learn what each individual needs."
"Chris, I wasn't sure about having a guide dog myself, but I can tell you what a difference it's made in my life," Wallace explained. "It takes some getting used to, but he's not just my guide dog anymore, but also my friend and confidante...just don't tell anyone I admit to talking to him! That goes for the rest of you too!"
"Your secret's safe with us, Bernie," Sanchez said.
"All right, so we wait on the dog. How are you doing with the cane?" Landry asked.
"I'm learning...still bark my shins a few times, but it's saved me from falling down stairs," the blond answered.
"Well, that's good. White canes can also be programmed with a sensor that makes certain sounds when there are obstructions in your path. They can be modified in several ways in order to make daily life easier for you," Landry explained.
"I have one," Larabee answered.
"Have you thought about a guide dog? There are several breeds and they are very well trained to help their owners deal with everyday travel to and from work," Landry told him.
"No point since I'm not traveling to work everyday," the blond said, a hint of anger in his voice.
"Why? There's no reason for you to give up your job," Wallace said.
"Isn't there? Come on, Bernie, you really think I'm naïve enough to think I can do the same job I was doing? Contrary to that new cop show...what's the name of it again, JD?"
"Blind Justice?" the youngest member of the team answered.
"Yes, that's it. I'm not gonna hang on to the romantic idea that I can be blind and keep my job and be back up for anyone. Hell I can't carry a gun let alone shoot one!"
"Chris, there are other things you can do besides being in the field," Wilmington offered.
"Oh yes, I could sit back and answer the phone...or type up reports," Larabee snapped and ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm not a pencil pusher, Bernie, never have had the patience for it."
"So you've accepted that you're always going to be blind, Chris?" Sanchez asked, watching Larabee's face for a sign of denial and wishing he could see the sea green eyes hidden behind the dark glasses.
"Yes...no...what choice do I have?" the blond asked.
"Plenty. I know Dr. Taylor still has some tests including another PET scan he wants to do," Jackson said. "But if you've already decided to quit then why waste his time and energy?"
"Damn it, Nathan!" Larabee spat, shoulders slumping in defeat when he realized his friends could see right through him.
"Do I call him, Chris?"
"No, I want to find out why I can't see...you know that more than anyone, Nathan."
"Yes, I do, and I'm glad you agree with me," Jackson said.
"Damn good thing he did or I'd have to get my ass kickin' boots out of storage," Wilmington chuckled.
"I'm glad Chris has so many friends to help him keep track of the important things," Landry said. "My next question has to do with the paperwork side of your job, Chris."
"Oh yes, the quintessential Paper Trail," Standish offered.
"I believe that's part and parcel to every organization. Makes me wonder why so many people dislike being a pencil pusher," Wallace told them.
"Chris, have you put any thought into learning Braille?" Landry asked and passed several sheets of paper to each of the men seated around the table.
"Not really," Larabee answered.
"Is there a reason?"
"No...not really."
"Well, the papers I just passed out are samples of Braille. If you touch them you'll feel a series of dots. Braille is used by many of the businesses in the area and you'll find it in most of the malls and professional buildings in the area. Even the schools have begun using Braille as a way to help those with vision loss find their way around without having to ask for things. The first series of dots is for the men's bathroom..."
"Ah, Chris, that's one you really need to learn," Wilmington laughed and heard Larabee's answering chuckle.
"I take it you've had a problem already?" Wallace asked.
"Oh, a little one," Larabee said. "If I'd been able to see I'd have had an eyeful to go with the earful I received from the ladies in the bathroom."
"Chris and Anne took Billy to MacDonald's and when Billy asked Chris to take him to the bathroom, well, you can imagine what happened?" Sanchez said.
"Yes, I do and let me tell you, Chris, you're not the first nor will you be the last. There are several schools in the area that offer classes on Braille if you're interested I can set you up with them," Landry offered.
"Is it possible for the rest of us to take the classes as well?" Sanchez asked.
"I can't see why not and it would help Chris with his paperwork if yours are done in Braille," Landry told them.
"Actually what would help is if they did their paperwork in the first place," Larabee quipped and received a slap on the back from Wilmington and several groans from the others.
"Now why would we change tactics now, Mr. Larabee?" Standish said in his usual dry humored voice.
"Ezra, don't make me shoo...hell," Larabee stopped when he realized what he'd been about to say. That joke seemed lame now in the wake of the very real possibility of his never being able to hold a gun again.
"What else can we do to make things easier for Chris here and at his home?" Jackson asked.
"Well, I noticed you have a small kitchen area here," Landry said. "The main things you'll need to do there is make it so that Chris doesn't need to ask one of you to get something for him. Once you learn the Braille system you'll be able to mark things so that he can help himself."
"What do we do until then?" Dunne asked.
"Some people use rubber bands to mark certain items. For instance a can of coffee could have one rubber band, sugar could be marked with two, tea three and so on. The same principles can be used at your home, Chris," Landry said.
"Shopping should be done once or twice a month so that it's easier for you to mark the items in your cupboards," Wallace suggested.
"Sounds like my life's about to get more complicated," Larabee said.
"It might sound that way, but it's going to give you more freedom," Landry told him. "We'll go into more detail about your home when I see the layout. Is you home one or two floors?"
"One floor," Larabee answered.
"Would it be okay if I come out and take a look around?"
"Guess so," the blond agreed.
"Which leads me to my next question," Wallace said. "Chris, I want to teach you some easy rules of living alone and being able to fend for yourself, but I can't do that from a distance. How would you feel about having a house guest for a few weeks?"
"I..."
"Don't give me an answer right away, Chris. Think about it for a few days and call my office when you've made up your mind," Wallace stated.
"Thanks, Bernie," Larabee said and leaned back in his chair. There'd been so many changes in his life since returning from St. Dominique and sometimes he felt overwhelmed and lost. He knew the others had noticed his mood swings and had often bore the brunt of his anger when they were around.
"Chris, ya all right?"
"I'm okay, Vin, just thinking. Bernie, if you think you can help me out I'd appreciate you coming out to the house."
"All right, why don't I get a few things together and I'll come out on Monday," Wallace offered.
"Sounds like a plan," Larabee readily agreed.
"If it's okay I'll come out at the same time," Landry offered.
"I'll be there," Larabee agreed. The sound of moving chairs and hand shakes told him the meeting was drawing to a close and he offered his hand to the two men before they left.
"Come on, Cowboy, I'll drive ya home," Tanner offered.
"Chris, take it easy on that leg!" Jackson ordered.
"I will, Nate," the blond said.
"Anne'll make sure of that," Tanner chuckled softly.
"Hot plans, Pard?" Wilmington asked.
"A man never tells, Stud," Larabee told them and smiled as he opened his cane and used it to guide him out of the conference room. He knew the others had plans to meet at Buck's Bar and Grill and he could go with them, but he wanted to go home, relax and make sure everything was ready when Anne arrived at the ranch. He smiled, thinking of the last time they'd made love and lying contentedly in each other's arms, basking in love they shared.
"Are ya sure ya don't want me ta stick around?" Tanner asked as Larabee exited the jeep.
"And do what, Tanner?" the blond asked, a mischievous grin on his face. "Never knew you were into voyeurism."
"Ha, ha," the Texan said and watched his friend open the white cane and move toward the house. "Ya need anythin' just call."
"Don't think you'll be hearing from me until Monday morning," Larabee said and heard the other man's soft chuckle.
"Yer full of shit, Larabee."
"Maybe, but Anne hasn't complained. Thanks, Cowboy," Larabee said and the two men clasped hands in their special show of friendship. Chris turned and made his way toward the house, using the cane to make sure there were no obstacles in his way. He heard the jeep leave and stood at the bottom of the steps, listening to the sound around him. He could hear Pony in the corral at the back of his property, the far off sound of a buzz saw, the chirping of the birds in the trees that lined the driveway, and the soft rustle of the wind in the trees.
It surprised him sometimes how loud things sounded when he just listened and tuned into the world around him. Since losing his sight he'd begun picking up on things that he hadn't noticed before, ordinary things like the sounds made by different birds or the sound a cricket makes late in the evening. He'd thought losing his sight would mean making changes, and he was right, but that didn't mean he had to crawl into a hole and give up on life.
Chris moved into the house and along the hallway. He had at least an hour before Anne showed up and there were several things he could do until she got there, taking care of Pony was the main thing on his mind. The animal could be as finicky as a cat when he wanted to be, but Chris has learned how best to deal with him when he needed to. He walked through the dining room and out into the backyard and immediately heard Pony racing across the corral as he neared. Using the cane as a guide, the blond stepped up to the fence and soon felt hot breath on his hand.
"Hey, Boy, miss me?" Larabee smiled as the animal nuzzled him. Chris smiled as a thought occurred to him and plans for the next day took form in his mind. "How would you like to go riding tomorrow? I'm thinking it'd be nice to go up near the creek with Anne. Think you could carry us both?"
Anne drove into the yard and parked her car behind Larabee's black truck. She reached across the seat and grabbed the two bags of groceries she'd picked up after her shift ended. Anne knew Chris loved chocolate cheesecake, but tonight dessert was more along the lines of her favorite and she hoped the blond would enjoy it as much as she planned.
Anne hurried up to the door and pushed it open. Music could be heard and she followed the soft strains to the back of the house. She walked into the kitchen and put away the groceries before going in search of the man she loved more than life itself. She found him outside, but did not want to interrupt this quiet time. She stood watching the man she loved, content to lose herself in the vision before her.
Larabee stood inside the corral and slowly brushed Pony's coat as he sang along with the lyrics of the song playing on the radio. It wasn't often she saw Chris so relaxed and she felt as if she was intruding on something special, but she could not turn back now.
Chris had heard the car dive into his yard and knew who it was, but he continued brushing Pony and soon heard the unmistakable sound of feet moving through grass and smiled as the scent of Anne's perfume reached him. It was a new body spray he'd found and given her for Christmas and he enjoyed the intoxicating scent of Hawaiian Ginger. It was a fragrance that was subtle and not overpowering as often happened with the floral scents. He smiled as her hands wrapped around his waste and she began nibbling at his neck.
"Hey, Baby, I missed you," Anne whispered.
"Missed you too," Larabee said, wincing softly when he turned and landed to heavily on his left leg.
"I thought you were supposed to take it easy on that leg?"
"I am taking it easy. I've been standing here...not moving...just rubbing Pony down," Larabee said with a grin.
"You have to move to rub him down, Chris," Sheridan whispered and soon found herself drowning in a hard kiss that left her wanting more.
"You smell great," Larabee told her.
"I can't say the same for you, Lover boy, but it's nothing a hot shower won't cure."
"Sound great, but only if you'll wash my back..."
"Of course and I also get to wash..."
"My butt..."
"Hooyah!"
"My chest...God, Anne, let's take this inside!"
"Are you done here?"
"I think so...sorry, boy, but I have plans for tonight that don't include you," Larabee said and smiled when Pony brushed up against him.
"I brought dinner," Anne whispered, linking arm with the blond and steering him out of the corral and back toward the house.
"What are we having...besides each other?" Larabee teased.
"I brought the stuff to make a ham and cheese casserole."
"Sound good, but I have a craving for sex on a bun...or should I say sexy buns," the blond told her and jumped when she pinched his behind. "Hey!"
"Sorry, Lover, but you're the one with the sexy buns," Sheridan told him and the couple walked slowly toward the house.
Chris listened as Anne slowly undressed and knew seeing her perfect body was one of the things he missed most. The soft rustle of clothing made him want to reach out and touch her, but he didn't have the chance as her fingers gently took his arms and helped him to stand.
"It's no fun with only one of us naked, Chris," Sheridan said.
"Anne, I miss seeing you," he whispered and placed his head on her shoulder as she held him.
"Why don't I turn out the lights and we can pretend the only reason you can't see me is because the room is dark? I think I'd enjoy exploring your body with my hands." she sighed contentedly and reached out to flick the switch to off and stood in the darkness. She slowly remove his shirt and ran her hands down his chest, teasing each nipple with her mouth, nipping with her teeth and smiling when her lover gasped and writhed at her touch.
Chris felt her hand and mouth on his body and moaned softly as she opened the button on his pants and slowly slid them down over his buttocks and legs. His CKs quickly followed and he stood naked in the darkness. He could feel her hands slide down over his hips and felt her kneel between his thighs and suddenly felt his cock engulfed in her mouth. His hands went to her head and the silken strands of her long auburn hair felt soft beneath his touch.
"God, Anne...feels so good."
"We've only just begun, Chris," Sheridan whispered and eased him back on the bed. Her hands kneaded the taut buttocks and her lips slid down the length of his shaft and suckled on his balls before she lifted her head and lapped at the slit of his cock before taking him in her mouth once more. She could hear his soft moans and knew he was enjoying her attention as she slowly pushed him back on the bed. She released his cock and straddled his hips, feeling his hardened shaft pressing again her ass, and enjoying the intimate pressure she felt there.
"Anne..."
"Sh, Chris, it's my turn to explore," she whispered and kissed his mouth, nipping at his lips as his tongue slipped past hers and began a vigorous exploration of her mouth. The heat of passion was nearly her undoing, but Anne forced them to slow down and moved her lips across his cheeks and down onto his neck. She tasted his sweat, drinking in the intoxicating scent of his masculinity before rubbing herself against his cock and sliding down over his body until she could take first one, then the other nipple in her mouth.
Chris felt her teeth on his nipples and sucked in a sharp breath, and Anne's mouth seemed to taste every inch of his chest before stopping at his navel. Her tongue dipped inside and he wriggled beneath her as a tingling sensation raced through his loins. He wanted more than anything to take her and drive his cock into her welcoming sheath, but he let her set the pace and hoped he could hold out beneath her devilishly loving touch. Again and again he felt her lips wreaking havoc with his senses and gasped as she slid further down and kissed his cock, licking at the thick vein that ran the length of his shaft before taking him deep in his throat and sending him toward the edge, but he didn't want to come yet, not until he returned this woman's tantalizing caresses. Chris quickly turned the table and had her beneath his hands.
Anne gasped as he took her nipple between his teeth and sucked deeply before turning his attention to her other breast. His right hand slowly slid down her flat stomach before coming to rest amidst the soft mound of curls that marked her womanhood. His finger slipped inside and she gasped at the intimate touch even as he slid inside her.
Chris felt her awakening to his touch and stroked her inner thigh, kneading the mound of pubic hair before playing with her and delighting in the love he felt as she pressed against him. Releasing her nipple he began trailing a slow path of kisses down over her stomach until his mouth covered her with tender love bites that had her writhing beneath his touch. His tongue darted inside her and she moaned at the deliciously alluring touch. Chris smiled as her hands entangled in his hair as if she wanted him to devour her and he lavished her with his tongue before turning onto his back and pulling her on top of him. She guided his cock to her opening and he was soon lost in the scintillating lust of their lovemaking. Again and again he drove them toward the edge, only to slow down his thrusts until she took control and slid down his cock. He felt the familiar feeling as he reached the point of no return and thrust into her several times before she collapsed forward on his chest, breathing heavily and kissing his lips with bruising intensity.
"That was..."
"Incredible," Anne finished for her lover.
"Wonderful," Larabee said, happily sated and content in this woman who's love amazed and panicked him. How could he ask her to stay with a blind man? How could he expect to love a man who could never tell her how beautiful she looked? He felt her nuzzle his neck and knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life wrapped in her arms, but he also knew that might not be possible.
"What's got you thinking so hard?" Anne whispered against his neck.
"You...us..." Larabee answered softly.
"I love you, Chris...don't ever doubt that," Sheridan told him.
"I love you too, Anne..."
"But?"
"But how can I expect you to spend the rest of your life tied to me?"
"Tied to you?" Anne asked and lifted her head to look into sightless sea green eyes. "I hope that means you're in a kinky mood and not getting bogged down by things we can't control."
"It's just that you deserve to be told how beautiful you look and for me to say that would be..."
"Coming from your heart. Any man can tell a woman she looks beautiful, but that doesn't always mean the truth. When you say it I know it's coming from here," she said and placed her hand on his chest. "When you tell me I'm beautiful you're talking about who I am not just what I look like. When two people love each other it doesn't matter what they're like on the outside...what counts is how you feel about the person you're with. How it hurts to be separated from them when all you want is to be curled up beside him. God, Chris, I love you so much."
"I love you too, Anne," Larabee said as she eased off of him and lay down with her head on his shoulder. He felt the heat of her body against his and knew she was right. He wanted her beside him...now and forever and he would fight to make sure they had the life they wanted. It wasn't long before the two lovers slept, cradled against each other, basking in the warmth of their lovemaking.
Sunday morning dawned with the promise of another hot day and Anne slid from the bed and stood looking at the sleeping man. Chris was turned slightly on his right side, right leg bent at the knee, right arm extended over her pillow, slightly too long hair covering his eyes, and naked except where the single sheet covered his waist and she smiled as she thought of their lovemaking. She watched the slow rise and fall of his chest and reached out to flick the hair from his eyes only to have her wrist caught and soft lips pressed against her skin.
"Going somewhere?" Larabee asked.
"Well, I was going to shower," Sheridan explained, but crawled onto the bed once more.
"Hmm, care to save energy?"
"Depends...what do you have in mind?"
"We could shower together...you know you wash my back and I'll wash yours?"
"Now that sounds like an offer I can't refuse," the auburn haired beauty said and quickly eased off the bed before reaching for his hands and pulling him into an upright position. She admired the muscular thighs and reached around to pinch his cheeks.
"Hey...are we starting this again?"
"Sorry, Lover, but I just couldn't resist," Anne said and handed him his cane. She knew she could easily guide him to the shower, but his blindness was still to new to him and she was afraid he would take it as a show of weakness on his part. "Hot or cold?"
"The hotter the better," Larabee declared mischievously.
"I'm talking about the water," Sheridan told him.
"I wasn't," the blond admitted and made his way toward the bathroom. The shower was plenty big for the two of them and he heard the water running when he entered. It wasn't long before he stood beneath the hot spray. He soon felt his lover's hands caressing his back and the scent of musk as she used his soap and produced a thick lather on his back. He turned to face her and relaxed as she worked her magic and soaped his chest and stomach. When her hands found his cock he reacted immediately and drew her closer.
"Easy, Lover, shower time, remember?"
"I can think of something else I'd rather be doing," Larabee said and gasped when she doused him with cold water. "Hey!"
"Sorry, but it's shower time and then someone promised me a day of riding and a picnic at a secret creek," Sheridan teased.
"Should have kept it as a surprise," the blond grumbled, but was far from disappointed as his lover continued to soap his body and then his hair before he returned the favor and they rinsed off. The couple quickly dried off and dressed before gathering the items they'd need for their picnic.
Chris waited beside Pony who was saddled and ready to go. He'd given directions to Anne on how to get to the little pool created by the creek that ran along the north boundary between his and Tanner's property. A river in the mountains fed into the creek and the water was always cool. He'd spent many lazy afternoons swimming there and had even brought Mary and Billy Travis there on a couple of occasions. He missed seeing Billy, but since his mother's marriage to Gerard Whitman the boy's visits were short and seldom longer than a couple of days.
"All set, Chris," Anne said, hurrying toward the waiting blond.
"What time is it?"
"10:30...how long will it take us to get to the creek?"
"Around half an hour," Larabee answered, checking to make sure everything was secure before helping Anne mount up. He quickly joined her on Pony's back and waited for her to take the reins before reaching around and holding her close. "You smell nice."
"Thank you," Sheridan said. "Okay, you said we take the back trail north for fifteen minutes?"
"That's right. You'll see a smaller trail that'll turn right and we'll take that for another ten minutes or so," Larabee advised.
"So this place is on your property?"
"Mine and Vin's," Larabee answered. "Didn't even know it was there until Vin told me about it. He was riding along the north trail and decided to check out this path and it led to the creek. We've cleared the trail a little and it makes it easier to get to the little clearing. It's beautiful there."
"I bet it is," Sheridan said and felt his arms tighten around her waist. They rode in silence for a while, content to just be with each other without the noise of the city or the chaotic jobs they both had. Anne relaxed against the strong man behind her and smiled contentedly. This was the time she loved best, time when it was just the two of them and not a care in the world for a few hours. The sun was hot, but it was not stifling like the last few days had been.
"Anne, we should be coming to that trail pretty soon. Look for a narrow trial leading into the trees," Larabee said, opening his watch and checking the time with his fingers. The watch had been a gift from Ezra Standish when they returned from St. Dominique and he wore it as a sign of their friendship.
"I think I see it," Sheridan said. The trail was well marked and Anne easily turned Pony onto it, chuckling softly when her lover's breath tickled her neck. "Chris it's hard to...oh, God..."
"You're everything a man could want, Anne," Larabee said and continued to nuzzle the back of her neck. He knew his touch was having the desired affect as she pressed back against him and he felt his cock begin hardening at the thought of taking this woman again.
"Chris...Chris!"
"Hmm..."
"If you don't stop that we're not going to make it to the creek!"
"I could live with that," Larabee said mischievously.
"Rider coming," Anne said and felt Larabee's hands tighten around her waist.
"Who is it?"
"I'm not sure...oh, hi, Vin," Sheridan said when the Texan drew closer.
"What are you doing out this way, Vin?" Larabee asked.
"Just wanted ta give Peso a good run. Took him up along the old quarry and let him go," Tanner explained. "Was just headed ta the creek fer a swim, but remembered JD was coming out ta help me with the damn fence on the east line. Where 'bouts are ya headed?"
"To the creek...for a picnic," Larabee said, smiling at his friend. "No, you and JD are not invited so get on back..."
"Hell of a way ta treat a friend," Tanner said, but Larabee knew he understood the couple wanted to be alone. He reached for the blond's offered hand and locked it in the wrist-to-wrist shake they often shared. "See ya later, Cowboy. Bye, Anne."
"Don't work too hard...we'll think about you and JD while we're taking a roll...er a dip in the creek," the blond teased and received an elbow to the ribs from his companion.
"Bye, Vin," Sheridan said and waited for the Texan to go by on the narrow path before continuing along the trail.
Chris knew when they reached the clearing by the pleased exclamation from his riding companion. He could no longer see the lush greenery or the abundant wildflowers that dotted the landscape, but he could smell the scent of evening primrose, lupines, coneflower, sunflower, and numerous other plants that lined the clearing and the edge of the creek.
"This is beautiful, Chris," Sheridan said when they'd dismounted and stood in the middle of the clearing.
"Not nearly as beautiful as you are...I can hear it in your voice, honey...I don't need to see you to know you're smiling and probably have misty eyes. Come on...let's get Pony unsaddled and put the blanket under the tree at the edge of the pool," Larabee said.
"I had no idea," Anne said and removed the blanket and saddlebags that held their picnic and a bottle of wine.
"I love coming up here...even when it's frozen over in the winter it's worth seeing...maybe we could do a winter picnic?"
"Just as long as you don't ask me to go polar bear," Sheridan chuckled as they removed the saddle and ground tied Pony near the running water. Next they spread out the blanket and Anne placed the bottle of wine in the water to keep it cool. She stood watching her lover for several long minutes, mesmerized by the way he moved around the small meadow. He had his cane out and was using it to make sure there was nothing he would trip over and finally stood next to her.
"Want to go for a swim?" Larabee asked.
"Did you remember to pack the waterproof bandages?"
"Oh hell!" the blond cursed and heard her soft laughter. The sound had always soothed his nerves and he pulled her close. "What's so funny?"
"You...always forgetting the little things. It's a good thing you brought me along."
"You brought them?"
"Of course...actually after talking to Nathan I brought a full first aid kit," Sheridan teased and was soon held in strong arms.
"Remind me to have a little talk with Nathan." Larabee scowled.
"Don't be upset with Nathan, Chris. He's got your best interest at heart and he knows trouble seems to follow you and your team around. Now why don't we fix your leg and go for that swim? You did bring your swimsuit?"
"No, Ma'am, don't need one out here."
"Chris!"
"Don't be a prude, Lover," the blond said and kissed her long and hard. When he broke away he could hear her sigh heavily and knew she could never be described as a prude, but he enjoyed teasing her and knew she could reciprocate in kind.
"Did you call me a prude?" she asked and slowly slid her hands inside his shorts. She touched his cock and felt him respond with a groan. "Is this how a prude acts, Chris?"
"No...God no way," Larabee said and reached out to pull her close.
"You like?" Anne asked boldly and nibbled at his ear lobes.
"Hell yeah," the blond answered, and smiled when she began removing his clothing.
"I haven't been skinny dipping since I was a teenager," Anne whispered and felt him respond to her touch. She'd released his cock and was busily divesting her lover of his shorts and CKs, but she continued to touch and tease him with her lips.
"God, Anne, I need you..."
"And I need you, but we're going to take this slow..."
"Not slow..." Larabee groaned when she took his cock in her mouth.
"Oh yes, very slow," Sheridan said and reached up to help him out of his shirt. He kicked off his sandals and stood naked before her and she admired the lean, muscular body before pulling him close once more. "Want me to..."
"Get naked," Larabee told her and smiled when she chuckled softly. He missed seeing her eyes light up mischievously when she teased him, missed looking into her face and seeing the love she had for him, and missed seeing the soft dimples when she laughed.
"Now, Chris, if the thought of me getting naked puts that kind of look on your face I'm going to stay dressed," Anne warned.
"Sorry, guess I got lost there for a moment."
"Are you back with me now?"
"Yes, yes I am," Larabee said feeling for the button of her blouse and easing them through the holes. He guided it off her shoulders and let it drop to the ground even as his hands reached for her breasts. The lace bra was easy to open with the butterfly clasps at the front and it too dropped to the ground before Chris turned his attention to her shorts. He heard her kick off his shoes and soon had her as naked as he was and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I love you, Christopher Larabee," she whispered against his mouth.
"I love you, Anne Sheridan." Their lips met in a passionate display of the love they'd declared and Chris eased them toward the creek. It wasn't long before the cool water lapped at their ankles, but did nothing to dampen the fires burning through their bodies as Anne guided them deeper into the pool created by the natural dam.
Chris lifted her into his arms and turned in the water, relishing the thought of making love here, where nothing intruded except the soft twitter of the birds in the trees that surrounded them. He lowered her back into the water and soon had her nipple in his mouth, caressing her with his hands and eliciting a throaty gasp of pure pleasure from the woman he wanted to possess.
Anne felt the hot mouth and relished the feel of his tongue as it drew circles around her nipple. His hands seemed to worship her body and she relaxed at his touch. The water rippled around them as they continued to make love and she wanted to feel him buried deep inside her. His fingers delved into her and she gasped as he played her, fingers touching, stroking, caressing, and filling her with the assurance that she was loved beyond anything she'd ever known before.
"God, Chris, I want you so badly," she whispered.
"Not yet...just relax and let me show you how much you mean to me," Larabee told her, moving to devour her left breast with his hungry mouth. He wanted to bring her to life in his arms and took control as his fingers slipped inside her. He played with her, bringing soft whimpers of delight from her as she pressed her body against his hand. Chris used his other hand to hold her up as she trembled at his touch.
"So beautiful," he whispered and realized he meant exactly that. It no longer mattered that he couldn't see her, what mattered was the way she reacted to his touch and he knew her body was something he would cherish and love. He removed his hand from her hot body and lifted her, bringing her down on his hardened shaft and smiling when she reacted to the intrusion. He tried to set the pace, but found he was now at her mercy as she wrapped her legs around his body and began moving on his cock.
Anne locked her legs behind him and leaned back, enjoying the deep caress of his cock inside her body. She relaxed and felt him drive deeper as he used the natural buoyancy of their bodies to set the pace. Again and again he drove his cock into her, bringing them both closer to the climax their bodies craved.
Chris felt his legs tremble as he drove into her, and felt her muscles clench tightly around his cock as she cried out with the force of her orgasm. The feel of her spasming around his cock brought him over the edge and he felt his own mounting orgasm as he sent his seed deep into her willing body. They clung to each other, basking in the heat of their lovemaking.
"Chris, that was incredible...I've never...never made love like this," Anne told him when he withdrew his cock from her body.
"You're incredible," Larabee said and pressed his lips to hers. "Want to go for a swim?"
"Hmm, thanks for bringing me here."
"You're welcome," Larabee said and pulled her close before turning onto his back. He felt her relax in his arms and slowly kicked their way across the creek, the sun high overhead with the promise of a golden afternoon.
The water and the lazy afternoon soon had the two lovers wrapped in each other's arms and lying on the blanket with the hot rays of the sun warming them. They'd drank most of the wine and nibbled at the finger food she'd packed before leaving that morning.
"More wine?" Anne asked, laughing when Larabee refused to release his hold on her.
"No thanks, I'm already intoxicated?"
"On two glasses of wine?" Anne asked and raised her head to look into his eyes.
"No...on being here with you...holding you...loving you. What more could a man ask for?"
Anne kissed him then, her tongue slipping past his lips as the two touched and explored each other. Her hands teased his nipples and gently tugged on the fine hairs on his chest. She wanted to stay like this forever. To have the freedom to be naked with the man she loved and not worry about being discovered. Chris had assured her that the creek was on his land and that no one else used it.
"God, Anne, I love you so much."
"I love you too, Chris," she whispered and understood what he meant when he said he'd been intoxicated by her because right now she felt drunk with emotions that made her tremble at his touch. She felt his cock harden against her thigh and pulled away from him. He groaned and tried to pull her back, but stopped when her mouth covered the head of his cock and she began sucking and kissing and teasing him with her tongue.
Anne still found it hard to believe that she could let herself go so easily with this man. Never before had she felt the need...the desire to take a man's cock in her mouth, but Chris Larabee was not like any other man. He'd turned her world upside down and shown her what real love was. He'd brought her more than just sex, he'd brought her desire and happiness and she craved the intimate encounters she had with Chris. She also wanted and needed to know he felt the same way and he'd shown her that often enough that she no longer worried about whether she had found the man of her dreams. There was no question about that now as she stroked his shaft with her mouth, kissing and touching and whispering her love to him.
"Anne...I can't hold back..."
"Then don't, Lover," Sheridan whispered and vigorously pumped her hand while her mouth covered the head. Her tongue tasted the salty semen as it squirted into her mouth, but she didn't stop until she swallowed every drop of his essence. She felt him tremble at her touch and smiled when he pulled her up over his body.
"That was...incredible," he said breathlessly and knew he could spend the rest of his life in this woman's arms. It couldn't get any better than this and he wanted to reciprocate, but she pulled away from his touch. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing...just looking at you."
"At me...why?"
"Because I love seeing you like this...so relaxed...so..."
"Satisfied," Larabee said with a grin.
"Yes, I just wish we could come here more often."
"What's stopping us from doing just that? Why can't we come out here every weekend?"
"Are you forgetting that I work split shifts?" Anne asked softly.
"Damn, guess I did...well we can still make a point of coming out here on your days off...not like we have to work around my schedule," Larabee said, unable to keep the bitterness from clouding his words.
"Does that mean you're quitting your job? I hope not Chris because you're damn good at what you do."
"What good am I to the team like this, Anne? I'd only end up getting one or more of them killed and I won't do that to them."
Anne shifted slightly and placed one leg over his while she turned on her left side and pulled his face toward hers. "Chris, please tell me you're not one of those people who think anyone with a handicap is a waste of valuable resources?"
"Jesus, Anne, of course not!"
"Oh really, that's certainly what it sounded like. You know damn well there's more to your job than just going into the streets and being undercover. There are paper trials to follow and calls to make and I seem to remember you telling the others that every man had a place on the team as long as they were willing to give it everything they had. Think about the people who have dealt and lived with being blind or deaf or confined to a wheelchair! Do you think they're worthless?"
"No...Anne it's just..."
"Nothing...that's what it is, Chris. Nothing. Nothing has to change because you lost your sight. Not unless you want it too anyway. Do what you can with what you have and make the most of what God gave you. You're smart and you're definitely not a quitter!"
"What makes you think I'm not a quitter?" Larabee asked softly.
"I was there after Maguire tried to make you quit, Chris and if he couldn't make you do it I can't see you quitting over something like this. Especially when you still have more tests to undergo and the doctor's are not convinced this is permanent. Give yourself a chance to succeed, because if you can do that then there's no stopping you. I fell in love with who you are...and just because you can't see right now doesn't mean you're not that same man."
"Anne..."
"No, Chris, you need to listen to me and realize..."
"I am listening, Honey, and I wanted to say I'm sorry and thank you...you're right I'm not a quitter especially when I've got you in my corner."
"That's right and if you need to be reminded of that I'll be glad to do so!" Sheridan said and smiled as she felt him pull her close and tighten his grip around her. They lay quietly; content just to enjoy the day and each other's company.
Monday morning came too soon for Chris and he kissed Anne goodbye and listened as she drove out of the yard. He knew she had several split shifts this week and they would not see each other until the weekend. He closed the door and used his cane as a guide to go back through the house. Wallace and Landry were due out any time and he wanted to have coffee ready to go. He busied himself around the quiet kitchen, jumping when the phone rang.
"Damn," he cursed and grabbed the receiver. "Larabee!"
"Chris, it's Orrin."
"Is everything all right?"
"Yes, it's fine. Nathan told me you wouldn't be into the office today, but I thought you should know they've set a date for Lewiston's trial."
"When?" Larabee asked. Jacob Lewiston was an accountant with ties to some of the city's upper echelon. Before going to St. Dominique, Chris had managed to get close to the weaselly little man and he'd been lucky enough to get out before Lewiston had blown his cover. The man had been deemed a threat to run and had been denied bail while awaiting his trial.
"First week of July. You'll need to keep your schedule clear for several weeks, but Janet said they will probably call you on day three."
"It'll be good to bring him and the people he works for down," Larabee said.
"Yes, it will. You still think Lewiston will give the others up?"
"Yes, I do. Lewiston isn't stupid and he knows what'll happen if he's convicted and sent to prison. I think he'll try to cut a deal."
"I agree, especially when they put you on the stand."
"I sure as hell hope so, Orrin, because those bastards need to be taken down a peg or two. Did Janet say whether she needed to see me before hand?"
"No, she said she'd call you if there were any questions. Anyway, I thought I'd call and update you. When will you be in the office?"
"Probably not until Wednesday. Josiah's friends are coming out to help proof the house and make sure I don't stumble into a knife..."
"Chris, don't joke about things like that!"
"Sorry, Orrin, just my sick humor coming through. I'm okay," Larabee heard the sound of a car outside and spoke to his boss before hanging up. "Sounds like they're here, Orrin. I'll talk to you when I come in on Wednesday."
"All right, Chris...just be careful."
Larabee smiled and hung the phone just as the doorbell sounded and he again reached for his cane and walked toward the front door. He pulled it open and smiled at the two men who greeted him.
"Good morning, Chris, are you ready to do some serious work?" Landry asked.
"I guess so..."
"Don't let him fool you, Chris. Rick's not as bad as he leads people to believe although if you feel him bite I'd advise you to get a tetanus shot!"
"Very funny, Bernie. Nice place you have here, Chris."
"Thanks, Rick, come on in," Larabee offered and held the door open for his guests to enter. "Coffee's on...not sure how it's going to taste though."
"Well, why don't you give us a tour while it finishes brewing?" Landry suggested.
"All right." The blond said. "On your right is a closet...not big but there should be some empty hangers if you want to hang your coat."
"It's eighty degrees out there, Chris...didn't wear one," Wallace explained.
"Good point," Larabee said, sliding his cane back and forth across the floor. He knew this house by heart, but there was always the possibility that something had been moved by one of the guys or by Anne when she was here and he'd learned to always have the cane on hand. "On the left is the opening to the kitchen. There's an island and a breakfast nook and two doors. One leads into the basement...the other into the dining room. On the right is the living room."
"You have wonderful taste in furnishings, Chris," Landry said, expertly checking the living area and rearranging things in his mind.
"Thanks, it's comfortable," Larabee said and quickly made his way past the dining room doors. "You can get out to the patio through the dining room. This hall leads to the bedrooms at the back of the house. The master bedroom is on the right with a full bath. There are two bedrooms on the left and a single bath with shower at the very end."
"As I said this is a very nice home," Landry explained and looked at the paintings on the wall. They were tastefully done in watercolors and placed at eye level. "Did you paint these?"
"Not likely. Actually my w...wife painted those before we met."
"Does your wife live here with you?" Landry asked.
"No...she died...murdered a few years ago," Larabee answered softly.
"I'm sorry..."
"Not your fault...you couldn't have known," the blond said. "Where do you want to start?"
"The kitchen is as good a place as any and we get to test your coffee making skills," Wallace said.
"If you wanted good coffee we should have asked Ezra to join us. He's got it down to an art form," Larabee said and led them into the kitchen.
"Chris, go ahead and sit down. I'll get the coffee," Landry offered.
"Don't let him fool you, Chris. He's just looking for an excuse to check out your cupboards," Wallace teased.
"Watch it, Bernie, or you'll be making dinner tonight."
"There's a big fucking surprise," Wallace said and heard Larabee laugh.
"So, how are you going to blind proof my home?"
"I don't think I've ever heard it call that before but it's an apt description of what we're going to do," Landry said and placed a cup of coffee before the two men already seated at the table. "We start with you."
"With me?" Larabee asked.
"That's right. The first thing you need to realize is that the kitchen is one of the most dangerous places in your home and you need to dress appropriately. What I'd like you to do is always wear short sleeved shirts, but if you forget make damn sure the longer sleeves are rolled up past your elbow and that they are going to stop there. Is your stove use gas or electric?"
"Electric."
"Good, open flames can easily catch your clothing on fire if you move to close without realizing it. Oven mitts should be kept handy because it's easy to forget that pot handles can get hot. No point in burning yourself when there's no need. Get yourself a timer for when you are cooking in case you forget to turn off the stove...that's something I recommend to everyone...not just people who are sight impaired."
"Rick believes in being prepared for any and all contingencies...comes from being a boy scout," Wallace said.
"Bernie was also a boy scout and he knows I'm right. Coffee's not too bad, Chris."
"At least it's not sludge," Larabee said, grinning at the thought of a certain Texan's penchant for strong coffee.
"The appliances seem to be in good repair and I don't think you've overloaded any electrical sockets. What do you keep in the cupboard over the stove?" Landry asked.
"Spices...a few canned goods."
"I'd rather we move the spices and anything else you might use on a daily basis because I'd rather you didn't have to lean over the stove for anything. It's a matter of street smarts, except in this case it's kitchen smarts."
"Rick tends to have names for everything he does, Chris, but I can guarantee he knows what he's doing," Wallace explained.
"Sounds like it," Larabee said.
"Now I know I mentioned using rubber bands to mark the canned food, but I've brought something with me that might be a little easier once you learn the fundamentals of the Braille system. It's a labelling system and you can use it to put labels on your foods. For now you could simply use it to number the cans...maybe peas with a one...carrots...could be two and so on." Landry slid the small machine across the table and watched as Larabee examined it, using his hands to feel each button and separate part.
"It'll be easy once you know how to use it," Wallace told him.
"All right, why don't we move into your bedroom?" Landry asked and watched Larabee place the device back on the table before leading them through the door, along the hall to his bedroom. The floors were hardwood with a simple area rug near the bed. There were several items of furniture; most were bare except for a lamp, magazines, and other normal day-to-day items. The master bathroom door stood open and Landry looked inside before moving to the dressers. "Chris, can I take a look in..."
"He wants to be nosey and see what you keep in your drawers, Chris," Wallace said, a teasing lightness in his tone.
"That's real funny, Bernie. Don't mind him, Chris. I just want to explain to you how we can arrange it to make your life easier. May I?"
"Why not?" the blond stated and heard the dresser drawer open.
"There are several things you can do here. The easiest way to keep track of the items in here is by using dividers. Those can be picked up at any hardware store and installed in minutes. You'll end up with socks in one section, underwear in another and you'll find getting dressed so much easier."
"What about socks?"
"Oh yes, socks. The main thing is buy the same color and make," Wallace advised.
"Sounds easy enough," Larabee said.
"Most of the things we're going to show you are pretty easy. Store small items like cufflinks and tie clips in plastic Ziploc bags...makes them easier to find," Landry told him. "You could also use safety pins to make matching your clothing easier. Say you only wear a certain color shirt with a certain pair of shorts or jeans. Put a safety pin in the collar of the shirt and one in the waist of the jeans...two for the next set and so on."
"It's also important to make sure the floors are empty of dangerous items...yes even shoes can be dangerous and you could be hurt by tripping over them. This room looks pretty safe except for the area rug. I know it looks good, but for now I'd advise storing it," Landry explained.
"All right," Larabee said and knew he could get Buck and Vin to roll it up and put it away for him.
"It's also important if you use wax on your hardwood floors that you make sure they are the non-skid kinds and if you spill something clean it up right away," Wallace told him.
"Excellent points, Bernie. Now let's take a look at the bathroom," Landry said and moved to the open door and flipped the light switch. "Okay, there are several things that we can change to make this room safer for you."
"I'm listening," Larabee said.
"First, the bath mat should be changed to one with a skid free backing and always picked up after you're done. Hang it over the shower or put in another hook. The bottom of the tub has already been covered in appliqués and you have a safety bar. Use it, Chris, because it's a safety feature that everyone should have. Now the shampoo and soap bottles should be changed from glass to plastic ones with a pump simply because broken glass can lead to serious injuries and the pumps will save spillage."
"Don't remind me," Larabee said, instinctively rubbing the injured leg. "I broke something the other day and cut the back of my leg."
"Then it's a good idea to change those ASAP," Wallace stated.
"I'll call Vin and have him pick some up for the bathrooms and the kitchen," the blond told them.
"The shower caddy you have here is perfect...and the cupboards in here need very little work. Again it'll be a simple matter of using dividers in the drawers and labelling everything else," Landry explained. "You've also got a good shower nozzle...it's hand held and that's a bonus."
Larabee smiled inwardly, memories of the early morning shower with Anne reminding him of other bonuses of the hand held shower nozzle. "It does come in handy."
"Yes, I'm sure it does," Wallace said, easily reading the tone of Larabee's voice. "Oh, word of advice...always turn on the cold water first and add the hot...do the opposite when turning the water off. Saves you the surprise of hot water on your skin."
"Very good advice and something I tell all my clients whether low vision or blind," Landry explained.
"Chris, do you have an electric razor?" Wallace asked.
"Hell, yes, can't imagine using one of them straight razors...especially now."
"Smart man," Landry chuckled and moved past the two men. "Now the main living room is also dangerous. Make sure all sharp objects are removed from tables and the mantle over the fireplace. It's imperative because accidents can occur so easily. Lit matches are another thing I'd advise you to put away. A dropped match is no hazard to a sighted person, but to the blind it can lead to a deadly fire. Do you smoke?"
"Not any more," Larabee answered.
"Excellent. I can't tell you how many fires have been started because someone lights a cigarette and drops it and can't find it until it's too late," Landry said seriously. "There are not very many things you need to worry about in here."
"Vin and Anne were a great help," the blond said.
"Excellent. Now, Bernie is going to stay with you for a while and teach you skills that will help in everyday life," Landry said. "Just don't let him talk you into letting him cook because he really isn't as good at it as he thinks."
"I heard that, Rick," Wallace said.
"I was just telling him the truth. I'm going to get your bag from the car."
"Thanks, Rick," Wallace said. "Chris, what room should I use?"
"First door on your left," Larabee answered and moved toward the kitchen. He needed a cup of coffee and checked the time, amazed that they'd gone through the whole place in just over an hour. There were a lot of changes to be made, but Chris understood they were to help him lead his own life, without having to rely on others. He touched the top of the table and felt around until he found his cup and the coffee decanter. He opened the lid and poured what he thought was a safe amount into his cup before moving through the dining room and out onto the patio. He sat listening to the birds and feeling the hot rays of the sun on his face and thought back to the arrest of Jacob Lewiston.
Chris relaxed back in his chair, listening to John Fogerty singing about Vietnam and sipping the cold beer he'd brought outside with him. He could hear Bernie in the kitchen and knew the man was probably labelling everything he could find. Tanner would be dropping by on his way home from the office and they were going to do some serious work on tracking skills.
"A blind fucking tracker," Larabee whispered and chuckled at the thought. He'd been living with blindness for several months now and was beginning to feel there was really no hope of him getting his sight back, but he wasn't going to tell anyone else how he was feeling. The days of waking to absolute darkness were becoming the norm now and he sighed wearily, rubbing at his eyes and listening to the sound around him. Vin was going to teach him about using his senses to rack things and that was something the Texan was an expert at.
During his days as a bounty hunter, Tanner had tracked many men into the wilderness areas and had needed all his senses just to stay alive. The same things he'd learned as a youth on the streets were honed as hunting skills and no one could track a man like their sharpshooter. Before Chris had been blinded, Vin had told him stories about tracking men through deep woods or icy snowstorms. He'd told him of finding trails through rocky gorges or the blistering heat of the swamps. There'd been one man named Eli Joe and he'd nearly killed Vin in the dead cold of winter, but Tanner had turned things around and ended up catching the man in his own trap. There's been a board of inquiry because another man had died, a man named Jess Kincaid and Vin's fingerprints were all over the murder scene. Eli Joe had made sure Tanner was framed for Kincaid's murder, but there were several small inaccuracies that had shown up in the reports and the court case was thrown out on a technicality. When Vin came to work at The Firm he'd wanted to clear his name completely. The team worked together until they'd found the proof that Eli Joe had set Tanner up Vin's name had been cleared of all charges and he'd been given his life back.
Chris heard Pony in the corral and placed the half bottle of beer on the table before standing and reaching for his cane. He used it to guide his way off the patio and along the well worn track to the corral. Once there he reached for the gate, opened it, stepped inside, and closed it behind him. He listened and smiled when he heard the horse drawing close to him. Reaching out he found the animal's neck and spoke softly as the horse's tail flicked at the flies buzzing around him.
"Hey, Boy," Larabee said, smiling when Pony nudged him with his head. Chris scratched the strong neck and for a minute thought seriously about saddling him and going for a ride, but he didn't want to chance hurting the horse by leading him off the trail. Leaving the horse alone, Chris walked into the barn and used his hands to guide his way along the wall until he found the shelf where he kept the brushes. Choosing one he hurried back outside and began brushing Pony's coat.
Chris had no idea how long he spent with the beautiful animal, but the sound of an approaching car caught his attention. He patted Pony's rump and walked back into the barn where he placed the brush on the shelf. He walked back toward the house and heard a familiar voice calling to him.
"Hey, Cowboy, looks like ya got a bit of sun."
"Oh, hell, forgot my hat," Larabee said and suddenly realized his face did feel like it was burned.
"Don't look ta bad, but ya might wanna put somethin' on it. Ya ready ta get ta work?"
"Think so...where do we start?" the blond asked.
"Right here," Tanner suggested. "Tell me what you hear?"
"Music, guess I forgot to turn off the stereo," Larabee said.
"Yep, but it doesn't matter. Tell me what else you hear."
"Birds...Pony's flicking at flies again."
"Good...anything else?"
"Bernie's singing along with Fogerty...but he's off key," Larabee said with a grin.
"Yep, sounds like ya do when yer in the shower," Tanner said. "What else?"
"Nothing," Larabee answered.
"You sure. Listen carefully...tune out the music and listen to everything around you," Tanner suggested.
"Wind...it's blowing through the trees behind me...getting stronger," the blond answered and listened for anything he might have missed. "Lawnmower...far away though."
"Not bad," the Texan said.
For the next hour Vin led Chris around the ranch, listening to the sounds of everyday life. Larabee was a quick study because in their chosen field watching and listening went hand in hand. Chris was amazed at the things he picked up on including the sound of children playing, a couple arguing about bills, and several times he heard approaching vehicles.
"Guess that's about it for taday, but one of the things I want ya ta work on, Chris, is figurin' out where the sounds are in relation ta yer position. Ya heard the kids playin' but did ya know where they were?"
"No," Larabee answered.
"They were to the west...ya'll figure it out, Chris...jest gonna take time," Tanner told his friend when they stepped up onto the patio and sat down.
"You boys want coffee or something stronger?" Wallace asked.
"Beer sounds good, Bernie," Larabee answered.
"Vin?"
"I'll have the same," the Texan told the newcomer and watched him go back inside. Wallace was an amazing man who coped with blindness and unless you knew it you'd never guess the man had been blind since birth. Vin knew Bernie hadn't told Chris about his own vision problems in order to show the man that a normal life was possible no matter what the handicap.
Wallace returned with two beers before going back into the house.
"Travis called me today. Lewiston's trial is set for the first week of July," Larabee said.
"Good, faster we put the pressure on 'im the better. How long ya think it'll be before the little weasel gives up his clients?"
"Lewiston's probably gonna crumble the first time he steps into the courtroom. With any luck I won't even have to testify," Larabee said with a grin. He reached for the beer, carefully feeling for it, before sitting back and sighing tiredly. "Just hope the bastard turns states evidence on the real problems. Getting Lewiston is just the icing on the cake. He could give us Conrad and that would give us a chance to bring down the whole fucking drug cartel working out of the east coast."
"Phillip Conrad's a smart sonofabitch, Chris..."
"That may be, but I tell you, Vin, Lewiston knows more about his business and the people surrounding him than Conrad realizes and Jacob's the weak link in the whole fucking thing."
"Hope you're right," Tanner said.
"Me too...it'd be good to chalk one up to the good guys for a change."
"Damn straight. Well, I guess I'd best get back ta my place. Gotta be in early tamorrow. Josiah, Nathan, and JD are supposed ta leave on Thursday."
"Shit, I forgot about that. Tell them to be careful and watch each other's backs...better yet, tell them to come out here tomorrow night and we'll have a BBQ and go over their stories," Larabee ordered.
"Ya worryin' 'bout 'em already, cowboy?"
"Hell, Vin, I'm always worrying about you guys when you're out in the streets, but it's worse when the job takes us out of the city. I mean at least when you're here you know the city and the cops know you. They aren't about to shoot you down like the dogs your chasing."
"They'll be careful, Chris, you know..."
"Yes, I do, doesn't make it any easier to take," Larabee told him.
"I know what you mean. When you and Ez were on St. Dominique and we...well we had no way of getting down there to help. Maybe if we'd...if we'd been able to..."
"You couldn't have stopped what happened, Vin. Thibideu had that Island under wraps. If it weren't for Legros and his forces we wouldn't have made it out of there alive. Ezra's still beating himself up over what happened to me and I don't think I can handle any one else on a guilt trip on account of me. There was nothing you boys could have done...I'm just glad we got out of there and Maude didn't marry that sonofabitch."
"Yeah," Vin's chuckle was warm as he thought of Ezra's mother. "Didn't take her long ta find another..."
"Sap," Larabee finished. Maude had picked up where she left off and within a month of leaving St. Dominique she'd picked up with a man named Preston Wingo.
"Think she'll change her name if'n they get hitched?"
"Maude Wingo? Has a certain..."
"Stuffiness to it," Tanner said. "Could be fun teasin' Ez if she did...Ezra P Wingo."
"You let him hear you say that and I'll be planning your funeral, cowboy," Larabee said with a grin.
"Well, I'd best get goin' or Peso'll be tearin' his stall apart," Tanner said and stood up. "Thanks for the beer."
"Anytime," Larabee said and found his arm clutched in their familiar handshake. "Don't forget to tell the boys to come out here for a BBQ tomorrow after work and we'll get some work done on this case."
"I will," Tanner said and hurried around the side of the house.
Chris stayed where he was, sipping the cold beer and listening to the sounds around him. Tanner's lessons had shown him ways to use his hearing and senses to tell what was happening around him. It would be some time before he was anywhere near the Texan's level, but at least he could practice out here as the afternoon gave way to evening and a gentle breeze wafted across his face.
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Author's Chapter Notes: This story was written to celebrate the birthdays during the month of June. It contains graphic love scenes between male and female characters and is a sequel to Royal Deceptions. It is a Christastrophe. I hope you enjoy the story. Thanks go to Marti and Antoinette for the wonderful beta on this one. |