Olivia settled into bed late in the evening, feeling
Rachel’s arms wrap around her from behind, snuggling close to her. She smiled
at the contact, at the feeling of her hands, and drew one up to her lips,
kissing it, knowing how Rachel liked that. “Hey, lover,” Olivia softly greeted
her in the darkness.
“Hello,
sweetness,” Rachel replied, her voice intoxicating.
“Long
day?” Olivia asked, kissing her fiancee’s hand again.
“Yes,
but a good one. I saw Faith.....how she handles that job…”
Olivia
sighed; she’d always been astonished by any doctor who had the fortitude
to tackle that damned disease. “She compartmentalizes it a lot, doesn’t she?”
she asked. She thought briefly of Gabriel and Chloe, of the same damned disease
that was robbing Chloe of her mother. Small world, she thought.
“Lots
of oncologists tend to do that,” Rachel remarked.