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fingers through light blonde hair. "I had been aware of the hereditary possibilities of ALS but I suppose I just tried to blank them from my mind. It wasn t just
the fact that I too could one day have this disease, as it was the point that if I did& I would be alone. That was an immensely unnerving notion. Up to a
point though I am not nearly as worried about it as I used to be. That is all because of you." She pulled Randa down and hugged her.
During one of her and Sara s visits to the hospital, Doctor Macarthur had explained to them about the innate possibilities of the disease. Though that had
initially been shocking to both woman Sara had helped to ease Denise s mind. It was only after Sara died and seeing how she had reached the final
stages in her life that DJ again feared the disease. Though it had always been a bothersome feeling in the back of her mind, Denise tried to ignore it. She
didn t want to broach the subject with Randa either, not knowing how the blonde would feel about it. Sometimes it was as though she almost forgot Randa
was a nurse! Thankfully the blonde bringing it up in the reassuring way that she had, did help to ease the burden from her mind. Besides, she kept telling
herself, it s not a given certainty. Denise clung to that one fact and knew that whatever happened, Randa would stand by her.
With the blonde head still tucked between her shoulder and neck, Denise reached out, pulling her watch from the nightstand. She studied its analogue
face in surprise. "It s almost half nine!"
Randa raised her head and looked down at Denise. "So what do you want to do today? More sight seeing before we leave or stay in bed until we leave?
Both options sound okay by me!"
Denise pondered Randa s suggestions for a short moment before saying, "There could be a third option."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"And that is?"
"I m not telling."
"Why?"
A slow smile spread across DJ s lips. "Because it is a surprise."
"A good surprise?"
"I hope so."
Randa sighed. "Then can you tell me?"
"Nope& how can it be a surprise if I tell you before hand? It kind of takes away that whole element of suspense doesn t it?" Denise forced a steadfast
expression upon her face. She arched her eyebrows and pursed her lips.
A far away look seeped into Randa s expression before she gazed back at DJ. With an almost nefarious smirk she asked, "What if I make you a deal?"
"And that would be?"
"I ll take back my decade of breakfast in bed and sexual favours if you tell me."
"Oh please!" Denise rolled over trapping Randa underneath herself. "That is so not a punishment for me. I am rather looking forward to a lifetime of
servitude& under you& no pun intended!" Denise winked lasciviously.
The nurse s lips formed a pronounced pout. "Well when do I find out what my surprise is?"
"Just be ready to leave the hotel today at one. Dress in the smartest clothes you brought down with you." Denise stopped to think. "In fact& wear what we
bought while shopping yesterday. Just be ready to leave here at one o clock and all will be revealed."
"You promise to tell me then?"
The poet shook her head. "Nope. I promise to take you there at that time and then all will be revealed."
"Okay." Randa gazed intently into DJ s eyes. "Are we going to the theatre?" She thought slowly, her logical mind working overtime. "A musical maybe?
 Les Miserables ?"
What? Denise starred at the nurse blankly. She ran her tongue over her front teeth before saying, "No."
Randa smirked as she looked up at Denise. "I m right, aren t I?"
"Didn t I just say no?"
"Yes but I don t think I believe you." Randa suddenly wriggled excitedly underneath DJ. "I am right, aren t I? We re going to the West End?"
"No!"
"You can t lie, Denise."
"I m not."
"Are too."
Damn it. Denise climbed off Randa and rose from the bed. Folding her arms she glared down at the blonde nurse who looked up at her with a smile. "You
know it s a little disconcerting when you do that. How am I suppose to keep secrets when you seem so proficient at reading my mind?"
"You mean it really is true?" Randa asked surprised.
With a dumfounded expression Denise dumbly said, "Huh?"
"Well I was grasping at straws with a little bit of hope thrown in. I had no idea it really was that."
Rolling her eyes Denise scowled and attempted her most intimidating glare.
"You don t scare me, Denise Jennings."
"Oh? And why is that?"
"Well because it s hard to feel intimidated by somebody who is standing there as naked as the day she was born!" Randa laughed as Denise muttered
unintelligibly and slid back under the bedcovers.
"So what do you think of my surprise?" Denise inquired, her hand idly tracing patterns upon Randa s stomach.
Randa smiled. "Come here and I ll show you exactly what I think of your surprise."
Denise edged closer until Randa captured her lips with her own. They kissed softly for several long moments until Randa stiffened and pulled away.
"Denise, & are you going to call Diane? We didn t do it yesterday and we need to get& " Two fingers placed upon her lips silenced Randa.
"Later," Denise replied. "I don t want to think about anything but right now." She moved again to kiss Randa, letting her lips roam across the blonde s jaw.
With a light snort she mumbled, "Oh and by the way& "
"Hmm?
"I m not as naked as the day I was born. I do have a little more covering upon my body since then, you know!" Denise smirked as Randa pulled back to
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