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.