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The tires hissed along the gravel drive as I pulled alongside her

Jeep. I walked to the door, bouquet in hand and rang the bell. I took a

deep breath, just as the door opened. A pretty girl stood there, dark

hair and piercing eyes stared intently at me for a moment. In a flash of

an eye a familiar crooked little smile crossed her face.

"Mom, your hot date is here!" She yelled over her shoulder.

"Well

don't make him stand on the step, let him in!" Summer hollered back. I

just started chuckling as Emily opened the door. Emily cracked open the

outside door and opened the inside door further.

"Come on in." She said.

"Hi Emily, I'm Pete." I said holding out my hand. Already over five feet I could tell she was going to be tall like her mother.

"Are those for my mom?" She asked nodding at the flowers. I just shook my head.

"No,

they're for you." I said presenting them to her. Her eyes grew wide and

her expression got serious for a moment before she took them with a

smile.

"I'll be right out." Came the call from another room. She

laughed a bit after saying it. I began to think this was a calculated

move.

Emily set the flowers down and disappeared head first into a

low cupboard coming up with a vase. She filled it with water and put

the flowers into it, preening them to get them the way she wanted.

Summer

came out of a short hallway dressed in jeans and a blue and gray

striped sweater. Her hair freshly brushed and a big smile on her face.

"Hi."

She said giving me a quick hug, and more notably a slight push-off

after. She noticed the flowers on the counter. "They're beautiful. Thank

you."

Emily turned and interjected with a grin. "He brought them for me."

"Oh he did, did he?" She looked at me, the eyebrows lifting.

I

gave Summer a slight shrug and a wink. She just gave me a quick

eye-roll in return. "Score one for the visiting team." She said, in a

low voice.

"You're the fireman that saved my mom from drowning in the ocean, huh?" Emily asked.

"Actually

we responded to a fall victim that was out on the rocks. If I hadn't

braved the wild winds and pounding surf, she might not have made it." I

said. "She could have been lobster chow."

"Oh lord, the story

gets more dramatic with the telling." Summer joined in. "I fell on the

rocks, luckily I had a cell signal, and called for help. Pete here was

one of the first responders and promptly hauled me back to the sand and

brought me to the walk-in clinic to get X-rays. See? Not nearly as

dramatic as you two make it sound."

"She was laid up for a week

after, and I kept an eye on her. I didn't want her to starve because she

couldn't feed herself." I added, a wicked glint in my eye.

"Yes,

you can cook, and I certainly didn't want for anything." She gave me a

warning look that I should stop before more questions began. "Is your

stuff in the car Em?" Emily nodded at her mother. "Grab your jacket,

let's go I'm hungry." She said grinning. Emily trotted up the hallway,

and Summer stepped closer and we kissed deeply. "Nice job with the

flowers you clown." She ran her thumb across my lip wiping away any

telltale lip gloss.

"I do what I can." I grinned, and stepped back a half step before Emily walked back into the kitchen.

We

left, Emily yelled 'Shotgun!' and her mother quickly squashed that

plan, though I graciously got in the back seat and let her have the

front. Summer giving me a sidelong look, knowing I was indulging Emily

for my own sake.

"Is this your guitar in the back Emily?" I asked. She turned as far as she could in her seat to reply.

"Yup, my teacher is going to be there tonight and we're going to play."

"That's awesome! What are you going to be playing?"

"You'll just have to wait and hear." She smiled, a mirror of her mother’s impish grin.

Summer

pulled up beside the fire house and parked between a couple pickup

trucks. We walked inside to the din of what sounded like a school

cafeteria. The engine sitting outside had made room for folding tables

and chairs to be set up in the bay. People were already seated and

others milled about talking and laughing.

"I'm going to find Jen." Emily said, wrestling her guitar case through the crowd.

Summer was saying hi to people as we passed through the crowd, but she kept moving like she was on a mission.

"Dale!"

She called out. A large guy turned around, he must have been six and a

half feet tall. She wrapped an arm part way around his waist and hugged

him. "Come here I've got someone I want you to meet. This is my rescuer,

remember when I took that spill a couple summers back. Pete, this is my

uncle Dale."

"Hi there. Thanks for making sure she didn't end up as fish bait." He said smiling, shaking my hand.

"Pete is applying to the fire department here, looking to get hired for the new year." She added.

Dale's eye turned on me appraising openly. "Looking to move to our neck of the woods are you?"

I

nodded. "Yes sir." I didn't add anything so that rumors wouldn't begin.

The look in his eye got shrewd, and he knew exactly why I was willing

to pick up and move a thousand miles away from home. The reason was

standing right next to him.

"Hell don't call me sir, save that

for her dad." He said tilting his head towards Summer. "Call me Dale,

good luck to you Pete. Now go on and get some food before the kids clean

us out." He said smiling. We made our way through the crowd, Summer

greeting people as she passed, stopping a few times to introduce me

around. We eventually found ourselves in the chow line. Summer insisted

on paying for us at the little card table. She mentioned that hurricane

Emily might blow through any minute. The lady let her know that Emily

had already come through the line.

We found a place to sit and

eat at one of the tables. People stopped to chat and moved on, the night

had a familiar small town feel to it. Before long we could hear the

sound of guitars, chords being strummed here and there. People started

to grab seats, and there was Emily sitting on the left of another girl

and a woman. They were sitting around a music stand and Emily and the

other girl were watching the woman point things out on the sheet music. I

felt a hand grip my thigh and looked at Summer who was beaming at Emily

with a big grin on her face. A few moments later the woman began and

the girls joined in playing Van Morrison's Moondance instrumental. My

foot began tapping and Summer's grip tightened on my leg as I ran my arm

over the back of her chair rubbing her back. She turned to me with the

silliest grin. I only hoped she was reminiscing about when I played it

for her at the summer festival. They gave way to the Beatles Eleanor

Rigby, then played John Denver's Take Me Home, which they sang.

Summer

leaned in close to my ear and whispered. "Thank you." Before giving me a

peck on the cheek. I just wrapped my arm around her and gave her a

squeeze and smiled.

As the group finished the crowd erupted with

applause, the girls grinning ear to ear. The woman spoke up after the

noise died down stating that she had room for one more student this year

if anybody knew someone looking for lessons.

Emily packed her

guitar away, and put her chair back with the tables. She made her way

back to where we were sitting and got caught up in a bear hug from

Summer.

"Alright, say goodbye to your friends, we need to get going."

As

we left I hollered shotgun and got front seat privileges on the way

back to the house. We chatted on the way back about other songs Emily

had learned, and how long she'd been playing. Coincidentally it had been

just over a year. Summer pointed out that she was a natural, learning

very quickly.

"We learned Moondance this summer. I figure if mom liked it so much I wanted to learn it."

"Your mom likes Van Morrison?" I prodded.

"She's

played his greatest hits until she practically wore out the CD." Emily

replied. I just grinned wider. Out of the corner of my eye I saw

Summer's expression and nearly bust out laughing as she tried to look

aloof, the twinkle in her eye giving her away.

"Well there are

some other great musicians from that era you might like. Maybe I can

suggest a few for you to listen to." I said.

"Do you play too?" She asked surprised.

"Not guitar. I play saxophone, clarinet, and dabble a little in piano." I said.

"I can teach you." She said, excited.

She didn't begin to know how much I would love that. "That would be awesome."

"Not

tonight." Summer chimed in. "You need to get ready for your sleep over,

and that room of yours looks like a tornado touched down in there." As

we entered the house she told Emily that she needed to get it cleaned

up. Emily went down the hallway with a few sighs and several eye rolls.

"Would you like something to drink?" Summer asked, with an unusual look in her eye.

"Yes,

please." I nodded, trying decipher it. She opened the fridge and pulled

a wine bottle out and began opening it. Music started playing down the

hall as Emily puttered around making more noise than necessary. I turned

from looking down the hall to look at Summer. She had stopped opening

the wine and I noticed her shoulders trembling slightly. I stepped

closer my hand circling her waist.

"Hey, what's the matter?" I asked softly.

"I

don't know, it all seems to be happening so fast, I feel like I'm

waiting for the train to derail. You know? I get the feeling something

is going to go wrong and it's all going to blow up in my face." She

looked up, her eyes burning intently.

I chuckled. "How do you

think I felt when I put that note in the mail box and drove back down

the mountain to wait and see if you'd respond."

"Those were the

scariest hours of my life." I added softly, staring down at the wine

bottle. "I mean I had no idea if you'd call the cops, or call and tell

me it was all a mistake and I should go home, or worse, just throw it

away, and me with it."

She spun around in my arms and wrapped her

arms around my neck kissing me fiercely. "If you think for a moment

that it didn't hurt to leave you like that, then you're crazy. I only

did what I thought was best."

"Ahem?" Came loudly from the

hallway door. I tried to release Summer from my grip but she just held

tighter and gave me another quick kiss.

"Better let her get used to it." She whispered, before slowly letting go of me.

"Ready for inspection." Emily said saluting as she stood at attention.

Summer

let out a snort. "I bet. How much of it is stuffed under the bed?" She

asked as she spun Emily around and pointed her down the hallway giving

her a nudge.

As I watched them retreat down the hallway I felt a

warm glow deep inside me, the feeling enveloped me, eventually making

the hair on the back of my neck tingle. There was no other explanation

for it, this just felt right. I turned and poured the wine into the

glasses, putting the bottle back into the fridge as I listened to

muffled conversation and shuffling as the last of the cleaning was

directed.

"Put the basket on the dryer, and I'll ask Pete if he

wants to join us for movie night." Summer said. She walked back toward

me, a grin on her face before she let out a dramatic sigh and rolled her

eyes. "Still a disaster, but you can walk through it now." She smiled.

"So, on Friday nights we usually pick a movie to watch. It's sort of a

tradition, some mommy and me time. Care to join us?"

"So long as it's not an intrusion on the mommy and me time." I said grinning back at her.

"Like I said, she's going to have to get used to you being around. What better way to start."

"Well we better find something family friendly, you know, no late night cable." I chuckled.

Summer laughed. "No and I'll make sure we don't bore you with princesses and tiaras."

"You don't have to change what you'd normally watch on my account." I replied.

"Well

it is nearly Halloween, horror movies have been popular the last few

weeks, but they're getting old. What's your favorite?"

I

shrugged, giving her a non-committal look. "I'm pretty easy going,

though ax wielding, chainsaw revving, slasher flicks are a little too

much for me. I've decided a while back that I like being able to sleep."

"I'm sure we'll find something." She smiled wrapping her arms around my waist.

"So what's the verdict so far?" I asked softly kissing her ear.

"Hmm?" She responded, running her lips up my cheek leaving a trail of kisses.

"Emmy? Am I doing okay?" I prodded her.

She

let go of my earlobe long enough to whisper. "Oh, you're a shoe in. She

asked me if you were my boyfriend, with a huge grin on her face."

"Well?" I asked, wondering at her response.

She

pulled back laying her forehead against mine. I could see the little

grin on her face, she bit her lip and said. "I think he just might be if

you like him. She nodded like a bobble head doll."

"Yes!" I whispered. "Easiest interview ever."

"Am

I going to walk into a room and find you two sucking face every time?"

Emily said, clearly not as exasperated as she tried to sound.

"Only if I'm lucky." I replied.

"Go and get everything ready and I'll make the popcorn." Summer said.

We sat down on the sofa, I ended up in the middle. "What are we watching?" I asked.

"You choose." Emily said.

I took the controller and thought a moment and keyed in a title to see if it was available, and it was.

"Ever heard of this one?" I asked as the film poster popped up with a short synopsis.

Both shook their heads. "Nope, any good?"

"Well

the book was fantastic, but I've never seen the movie." I hit play, and

the credits began. The movie was a hit, the fantasy and magic captured

Emily's imagination as she let out occasional exclamations. I chuckled

inwardly when I realized I had both of them tucked under each arm. I

don't remember when that happened but I certainly wasn't going to

complain about it.

"That was a good movie. I love when he went to find the falling star and found the girl." Emily said.

"Sort of reminds me of how I found your mom on the beach." I said.

"Oh

please." Summer said, rolling her eyes and giving me a poke in the

ribs. Emily broke into a fit of giggles. "Alright you, get ready for

bed."

"But it's not even ten yet!" Emily shot back.

"It

will be by the time you're done." Her mother replied. "Now scoot, get a

move on." Summer uncurled herself and began to stand too. She reached

into my lap to pick up the popcorn bowl and I waved her hand away and

picked it up standing up too. I set the bowl and glasses on the counter

as Emily trudged up the hallway with a sigh. An equal sigh came from

Summer as she wrapped her arms around me from behind. I felt her soft

warm lips meet the nape of my neck.

"Thank you." She said.

"For what?"

"For everything. You don't think she snuggled up to you just because you had the popcorn, do you."

"Well, it was really good popcorn." I smiled. I got another poke in the ribs for my comment.

"No. She likes you."

"She's pretty terrific, like a mini you." I said turning in her arms holding her closer.

"Mom!"

I

just began chuckling as Summer buried her head in my neck. "God help us

if we're out of toothpaste." She mumbled before giving me a kiss and

turning to go find the source of the distress.

"What babe." She said as she walked down the hallway, and turned into the bath.

I

washed the wine glasses by hand, returning to the cupboard she'd taken

them from earlier. They both came back into the kitchen a few minutes

later.

"Goodnight Pete." Emily said.

"Sweet dreams

pumpkin." I said, not quite sure where that came from. She launched

herself at me hugging me like she was holding on for dear life.

"Thank you for saving my mom." She sniffled. I hugged her back just as tightly and gave her a peck on the top of the head.

"You're welcome, but I think it was your mom that saved me. Hopefully we'll have time to figure that out."

"Take

all the time you want." She smiled up at me before she turned and

trotted over to her mom, gave her a big hug and kiss and disappeared

down the hallway with a parting goodnight.

Summer stood across

the room from me leaning back against the door jamb, her arms crossed

over her chest as she looked side long down the hallway. A few minutes

passed before she let out a sigh. "I have got to stop overestimating how

smart I think I am."

I chuckled at that.

"Seriously! You know why she called me into the bathroom?" She asked.

"I'm guessing it wasn't because she was out of toothpaste."

"No!

She gave me the kind of interrogation I'd expect from my mother! She

asked stuff I hadn't even thought of yet." She chuckled nervously. "Is

he moving in? Are you two getting married? If he's moving here, what

does his family think of that. Does he know you can't have more kids?

That last one threw me, not because I had thought of it when you and I

spoke the other day, but that she thought of it!"

I walked over

to Summer and leaned down and kissed her softly. "Well, I've added

another piece to the puzzle, she's just trying to figure out how it's

going to fit."

"She wanted to know if you were staying the night." Summer said glancing down the hall. "Damn she grew up fast."

I laughed at that. "Yea they have a way of doing that while you're not watching them. What did you tell her?"

She

sighed again. "I told her that you were going home for a couple months

to finish out your year at work and that you'd be coming back after

Christmas. You'd be getting your own place, and that we hadn't planned

anything beyond that!" Her eyes were wide like she'd just gotten the

third degree.

"Come here." I gathered her close and she uncrossed

her arms and held on to me. "You're right on the money, everything you

said was perfect. I mean hell, I'm not even sure I'm marriage material.

She leaned back and looked me in the eye. "You're kidding right?"

"Yup, actually I'm a hell of a catch. You should be lucky to have me." I grinned.

"I am a lucky girl. I should pick up a lottery ticket." She smiled back at me.

We

sat down on the sofa, Summer leaned on me. "Sorry if all this seems a

little strange, it's just that she's the most important thing in my life

and I don't want to grow old knowing that I screwed her up before I

turned her loose on the world."

"I've only known her a few hours

and I'd say that you're doing a hell of a job. She's smart, funny, warm,

and just a bit sarcastic so she doesn't take life too seriously. All of

which proves that you're doing a great job." I replied.

"How are my panties still on?" She grinned throwing a leg over my lap, straddling me while we kissed.

"These

jeans don't want to let go of your incredible ass so they can escape." I

said grasping her pulling her down onto my lap to feel the effect she

was having on me. She twisted my shoulders slightly and pushed me flat

on the couch.

"How do you do it? You make me feel loved and cared

for like I've never felt before. I mean you even did it when I first

met you, and you were just a, a kid."

"Well since I feel pretty

much the same I think it comes from the fact that I love you, no ifs,

ands or buts." As I finished, I gave her ass a firm squeeze through her

jeans. "Okay, maybe one ass." I added pulling her up slightly, resting

her on my hip. We kissed slowly, hands roaming where ever they would. I

kissed my way down from her ear to her throat and felt her melt into me.

She let out a soft moan. She responded by unbuttoning my shirt and

sliding her hand inside. I had her sweater pushed halfway up her back.

"Seriously, you two need to get a room." Emily said, from the kitchen doorway.

I

started giggling like a teenager, Summer tried hard not to join in. "Go

to bed!" She said before burying her face into my shoulder in fits of

laughter.

"If he gives you a hickey, you'd better wear a

turtleneck when Jesse and her mom come tomorrow." She said retreating

down the hallway. "I don't want to have to explain that!"

"It's been a while, come here." I said leaning down and nuzzling her neck.

"Ah! Don't you dare!" She said pulling back.

"I

can't be held responsible for what I may do." I growled into her neck,

and gave her a little kiss and lick. "If I don't get going soon I'll be

making you breakfast in the morning."

"Scrambled, toast, sausage and coffee regular." She said before slipping her tongue into my mouth.

"What? No juice?" I asked, after coming up for air.

"All

out, need to pick some up at the store." She licked my lower lip before

dipping into my mouth once again. Her thigh was rubbing between my

legs, stroking my cock. It's a wonder it hadn't torn through my jeans.

"Any bacon?" I said sliding her sweater over her head and unclasping her bra.

She let out a soft moan as I began stroking her freed breast, thumbing the nipple into a similar state as my cock.

"I

don't think so, no." She said as she kissed down my chest pushing the

t-shirt up and taking my nipple into her mouth. I was sure that the

jeans didn't have much time left. In an effort to prove my point, Summer

slid her hand down and stroked the bulge. I had to stop her.

"I think we need to take this to the bedroom before Emmy finds us sprawled here naked in the morning."

"Good

idea." She said gasping. She stood up her neck and chest flushed pink,

eyes bright and hair wild. She grabbed her clothes and reached down to

grab my hand and pull me up, hauling me off the couch with more strength

than I expected nearly causing me to knock her over. "Come on." She

tugged me along into her bedroom, and turned on a small bedside lamp.

She turned and kissed me again, while doing her best to tear my shirt

off. I assisted in getting both off. Both arms wrapped around my neck,

the heat of her pressed against my chest was intense. I reached between

us and fought her jeans to let her free. She brought her hands down

steadying mine and the button came free, the zipper went down swiftly as

I ran my hands around behind her pushing them down over her ass. She

pushed away and began tearing at my belt and jeans to get them off. We

finally freed ourselves of our clothing, Summer reaching for my cock,

stroking it softly. It was nearly torture.

"Think with that head

not this one before you answer. Have you had unprotected sex with anyone

besides me." She looked up at me asked, her eyes wide with expectation.

"No,

I haven't. I had a good teacher." I said. Her grip tightened and her

face lit with a little smirk. She snatched a throw pillow off the bed

and dropped at my feet before kneeling down and laving my cock with her

tongue. She took me into her mouth and began sliding more of me into her

mouth with each stroke. She began massaging my balls while her rhythm

increased. "Oh God, slow down I can't hold out much longer." That seemed

to spur her on as the pace increased bringing me to the edge before she

pulled back with just the tip in her mouth, she reached up and began

massaging me behind my balls causing my immediate orgasm. The

contractions lessened as Summer took it all in, swallowing quickly. I

was nearly spent and ready to collapse when she started in again. She

worked my cock deep into her mouth again, her efforts to keep me hard

weren't wasted, and I was ready for more.

She backed off and

licked her way from base to tip. "There now that we have that out of the

way, we can put this where it belongs." She stood and turned to pull

down the covers and I scooped her up and set her on the bed, turning her

so her legs were dangling off the edge. I punted the pillow so it was

right in front of her and knelt down. She let out a soft moan as she

wrapped her legs around my neck pulling me down to pleasure her.

She

was already soaked, the heat pouring off her body was intense. I teased

and licked her swollen lips, her hips began to sway trying to make me

hit a certain spot. I danced around her clit, gently lifting the hood

with the tip of my tongue and retreating. Soon she had handfuls of my

hair in her grip, pulling my face into her harder. "Stop teasing!" She

said through gritted teeth. Her wish was my command. I pushed two

fingers into her easily as I pulled back the hood and began sucking and

licking her clit. Her body tensed as she arched her back and let out a

yelp. Before she could make any more noise she'd grabbed a pillow and

covered her face with it as she climaxed. She slowly relaxed and I

cleaned up the incredible mess I'd just made of her. She pulled the

pillow off and began gulping air as if she had been drowning. As she

caught her breath she picked her head up and looked down at me. "You

look like a kitten that's just finished an entire bowl of cream." She

said grinning.

I smacked my lips. "Surely not the entire bowl." I

replied as I stood up and lifted her, turning her gently on the bed so

she was laying comfortably in the center. I slid in next to her, she

scooted over slightly and rolled up onto her side to make room. She

leaned over and kissed me softly, still breathing hard.

"You're going to be the death of me."

"Yea, but what a way to go." I smiled up at her and kissed her again. She began softly stroking my still hard cock.

"All tuckered out?" She asked.

Without

warning I rolled her onto her back, parted her thighs and sank deep

into her. "Not at all. I was just letting you catch your breath."

She

wrapped her legs around me, lifting herself to meet each deep thrust.

Our tongues began a slow tango as her hands roamed up and down my body.

"I can't even describe how incredible this feels." She gasped.

I

slipped my arm around her waist and lifted her from the mattress,

pushing a pillow under her ass. The slight shift in angle had my cock

sliding along her upper wall.

"Oh, oh, oh yes!" She cried, as I

deliberately slowed down and pushed harder with each thrust. Her grip on

me was getting to be too much, and I wasn't going to last much longer

as I pumped away. She slid her hand down between us and began stroking

her clit with quick fingers. It took only a moment before she started

shaking, her legs clamping down and drawing me in as much as she could.

Her walls contracting to milk me of every ounce I had to give. At that

point I just leaned forward and erupted. Inhuman sounds escaped from

deep in my throat. A long low guttural moan escaped Summer as she arched

her back rising up to me. A few deep gasps and she collapsed back to

the mattress, and I followed her, our mouths met, our tongues danced

lightly as we tried to catch our breath. I slid to the side, breaking

free of her lips for a moment and turned off the lamp.

I woke

early, pulled on my jeans and t-shirt quietly and made my way to the

bathroom for a little relief. I walked out of the bathroom door to find

Emily standing in what I guessed was her bedroom door. She rubbed her

eye and just looked at me for a moment.

"Hi." She said softly.

I stood there unsure of just what to say. "Hi." I replied nervously. The pause began to get uncomfortable.

"Are you done, can I get in there now?" She nodded towards the bathroom.

"Oh

sure." I stepped aside quickly and she plodded her way in closing the

door quietly. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath. I walked back down

the hall into the kitchen and noted it was about my normal wake up time.

So I scouted for coffee. Emily padded into the kitchen in her sweats

and socks.

"What are you looking for?" She asked noting that I was peeking into different cupboards in search of the coffee.

"Coffee first, then I was going to make breakfast, if you want." I said.

"Can

I help?" She asked. I just smiled and nodded. She pointed at a canister

on the counter and smiled back. I opened it to find the coffee.

"How

about we make something special?" I opened the fridge and rummaged and

found the eggs and sausage Summer had mentioned. I found some veggies in

the drawer and pulled those out too. My real find was a box of ready

pie crusts. I detailed my plans with Emily and after extensive prep work

of dicing and browning we placed a sausage and pepper quiche into the

oven.

"Corn flakes are for chumps." She said looking at the door and smiled at me.

"Can you set the table while I wake up your mom?" I asked.

She nodded. "I'd bring coffee and lead with that. She can be grouchy in the morning."

I

chuckled and poured a cup, topped it with a splash of milk and spoonful

of sugar. I opened the door slowly and walked to the bed. Summer was

curled up, her hair a golden splash across the pillow, her expression

was strained.

"Don't try to fool me, that grin is a dead giveaway

that you're not asleep." I said as she broke into a full smile and

opened her soft blue eyes.

"Good morning."

"Good morning pretty lady." I said as I set the coffee on the nightstand and leaned down to kiss her.

"If

you don't mind, I've had to go to the bathroom for the last twenty

minutes, but I didn't want to barge in on your bonding session." She

slipped out of bed and grabbed a robe from the closet door and wrapped

herself up and darted out of the room, leaving me chuckling. She didn't

come right back and I was wondering what might be going on in the

kitchen. I reached for the coffee cup as she walked back into the room

shaking her head.

"What?" I asked.

She just grinned at me.

"Oh nothing, you know that old saying 'out of the mouths of babes'?

Well mine just asked why you were spending money on a motel when you

could stay here." Summer just looked up and laughed and shook her head

again. "She's right though. If she took this as well as it seems then

why don't you check out and come up here for the rest of your stay?"

I just smiled. "I wouldn't want to intrude."

"Intrude

my ass. All you've done since you've been here is make life better."

She walked over and sat next to me on the bed and kissed me. "The

invitation is sincere, from both of us. Oh and you're timer is nearly up

on the stove." My eyes went wide as kissed her and trotted out of the

room to save breakfast.

Em started giggling as she saw me jog

into the kitchen to look at the stove. The timer still had seven minutes

to go. I squinted at her. "Gonna be like that is it?" She burst into a

bigger fit of giggles.

"You were right mom, he fell for it!" She yelled.

A few minutes later Summer walked in wearing her college sweats and a long sleeve t-shirt, grinning ear to ear.

"I'd nearly forgotten that you're a gourmet chef, besides a fireman. What have you done with breakfast?" She asked.

"It's in the oven. It'll just be a few more minutes. Do you have any tomato sauce?" I asked.

"There's some in the pantry there I think." She said as she topped her coffee off.

I

found it and opened it up, pouring some into a bowl to warm up in the

microwave. She looked at me sidelong not sure what to make of what I was

doing.

"Okay shortcake, let's do this restaurant style, why

don't we make a little assembly line here on the counter. Plates here,

we need the spinach from the fridge, the bowl of sauce here, and do you

have something to set the main course on?" She dug in a drawer and found

a large pot holder and set it on the counter. As if on cue the timer

went off. I checked in on it, and it was done. I slid it out and set it

on the counter.

"That smells fantastic. You found that in my fridge?" She chuckled.

"The

only special ingredient is imagination." I said as I winked at Emily

who smiled and nodded. "Okay, so here's how we do it, do you know what

the flag of Italy looks like?" Emily shook her head no. I sighed and

rolled my eyes. "What are they teaching you kids in school these days?

We're going to make the plates look like the Italian flag, green, white

and red. So spinach on the side, then we're going to put a slice of the

quiche in the middle for the white, and then a little sauce on the side

for the red. Got it?"

"Yup." She took the first plate and piled a

handful of the spinach on one side while I sliced the quiche, and set a

slice just on the edge of the spinach.

"Okay, here's where we

get all fancy." I whispered. "We take a little sauce and we make a

little pool on this side. Don't tell anybody about this trick, everybody

will be doing it." I said winking at her. Emily just rolled her eyes at

me, the grin never leaving her face. "Two more like this and we have

breakfast!"

Emily made the other plates herself and set them on the table.

"A

little more caffe for a me, we'll warm up Mama's, and for the

signorina, the juice of one cow." I said pouring her a glass of milk.

"Finito!"

Summer started clapping, and I took a bow, and caught

Emily out of the corner of my eye joining me. We sat down and began

eating.

"Italy tastes really good." Emily said around a mouthful. Everybody nodded as we ate.

"Oh,

did you tell her?" I said leaning over asking Em. She just looked at me

wide-eyed. "Well the deal usually goes, the cook doesn't do the

dishes." I said winking. Emily grinned and looked at her mother who in

turn gave her a gimlet eye.

"So that was the deal? Why wasn't I given a vote in this plan?" She said.

Emily replied with a shrug. "You were asleep." It was my turn to chuckle.

"That'll teach you to sleep in." I said. She gave me the same gimlet eye with a smile thrown in.

When

she finished Emily cleaned up after herself and put away the milk and

the rest of the cold food without being asked. I looked at Summer who

had a smug look on her face as she popped the last bite into her mouth.

"I'm going to get my stuff ready to go to Jesse's." Emily said as she headed for the hallway.

Summer

let out a quick, authoritative, "Hey," and raised an eyebrow at her,

then looked at me and back. Emily rolled her eyes just like her mother

and came back.

"Thank you for making breakfast..." she stumbled unsure what to call me.

My eyes went wide. "Just call me Pete, and I should be thanking you for your artful assistance."

She

beamed and turned and took off up the hallway. I just watched her

grinning as I sipped the dregs of my coffee. Music floated down the

hallway a few seconds later as I pondered just how things had unfolded

since I'd gotten here. I must have been lost in thought for a few

minutes.

"Penny?" Summer asked, startling me out of my reflection.

"Sorry,

I was just thinking how scared I was that this whole trip was a bad

idea, and how everything has gone so right. I'm still worried that

something bad is going to happen to screw it up. You know, like waking

up and finding that I'm dreaming this."

She ran her instep up my leg. "Don't go looking for trouble, it'll find you all by itself in time."

"So what do you have planned for me tonight?" She asked.

"Oh

a little dinner, maybe a show after." I grinned. "You have something

nice to wear? No jeans, reservations are for seven o'clock." I said with

a wink.

"I'll see what I can manage." She rolled her eyes.

"I can't wait." I said, the excitement in my voice coming through, bringing a smile to Summer's face.

"What's next for you today?" She asked.

"Let's

see, I need to run back to my motel, pack and check out, stop by the

dry cleaners, a couple errands. Most of all I want to start with a long

hot shower." I said giving her a wink.

"That last one sounds

good." Summer's eyes wandered to the hallway and back, and her

expression changed, turning apprehensive as she crossed her arms over

her chest.

"What's the matter?" I said as I took her arms and uncrossed them putting them on my hips.

"I don't know, it just feels weird. I feel like I've got to sneak around to have a life of my own."

I

laughed at that. "If we didn't scare her last night then I think she'll

be fine. You just need," I paused and corrected myself, "We just need

to be straight up honest with her. Show her that she's not being cut out

of your life, but I'm joining both of yours, with any luck for a long

time."

"You'd better be planning on a long time. I'm not a love 'em and leave 'em kind of girl."

I just raised an eyebrow at her for a moment, and she turned bright red and looked down.

"Okay there was that one time, but..." She began but I cut her off with a kiss.

"Mom, when you come up for air can you help me find my blue sweater?" Emily said as she walked into the kitchen.

We

both busted out laughing. "Yes dear. I am ever your willing servant."

Summer replied rolling her eyes up at me and gave me another quick peck.

"Go get your stuff and get back here safe." She added as she made her way down the hallway.

I

got dressed and got ready to leave and wandered up the hall rapping on

the door jamb before peeking around the corner of the door.

"I'll see you ladies in a little while." I said smiling.

"Hurry back, I want you to meet my friend Jesse when she gets here. She's really cool."

"I'll do my best." I replied.

To be continued in part 6, by Member389 for Literotica