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This week’s word prompt is “mirror”.
This will be the last excerpt from the third Gods of DC book.
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**Warning - there are adult situations and language.**
Freddy blinked his eyes open. He was surrounded by fluffy white pillows and covered by the softest down comforter he’d ever seen. He glanced around to find himself alone in the strange bedroom. The only sign of his missing lover was the words “I love you” written in lipstick on the mirror over the dresser.
He rubbed the sleep from his face as he sat up. The day before had gone quick. Even though he and Demeter ghosted from Las Vegas, they lost two hours with the time zone change. When they arrived, they left their bags in the foyer so she could introduce him to Dottie. The introduction was brief. Demeter wanted to make a big dinner for them so she could get to bed.
Not that they slept. They made long, passionate love all night. He tasted every inch of her flesh as she did his. The ritual he performed in Las Vegas drained his energy. The sexual marathon he indulged in with Demeter left him in the deepest slumber he had been in in decades.
He frowned at the vibration of his phone then smiled. Maybe Demeter was telling him where she was so he could meet her. He reached across the mattress and scooped up the cell.
Instead of Demeter, it said the sender was Hades. He couldn’t ever remember giving the lord of the dead his number, much less programmed Hades information into his phone. He scowled at the message.
We need to meet soon.
Freddy set the phone on the end table. He tossed the covers off then climbed off the bed in search of his clothes. He dug into his duffle until he found his briefs, a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Once he was dressed, he descended the staircase in search of anyone else. He found a plate of fresh baked muffins and a note with his name and a heart on the island in the kitchen but not one living soul. He picked the muffin on the top then slipped outside.
He finally found Dottie outside the barn feeding apples from a bushel basket to the horses in the pasture. She smiled and nodded as he approached. “Good morning.”
“Good morning. Need any help?” Freddy offered.
“A strapping hunk like yourself? Sure.” Dottie wiped her hands off on her jeans then pet the horse she was feeding. “I’ve already cleaned the stables out. You haul the bales of hay towards the stalls and I’ll use the pitchfork to toss it in. It’ll take half the time it usually takes me. There’s a pair of leather work gloves over on the workbench. I’ll see you inside.”
“See you in a bit.” Freddy strode into the barn to find the gloves. Once he slipped them on, he searched for the bales. He already had three moved before Dottie met him inside.
“Wow-wee,” she exclaimed as she took off her hat to wipe her brow. “You didn’t even need direction.”