She followed him out the door and watched as he hopped into the truck and started the engine.
When she opened the barn door, the Appaloosa mare lifted her head over her stall and nickered.
Alex met her at the door, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand.
And leave the door open, would you?
Someone knocked on the door and when she answered it, a man brought in their luggage.
Alex walked in and closed the door to the other bedroom.
"I'll lock the door," he said, his lips returning to hers and lingering in a way that made her feel weak.
The idea of making love in a strange bedroom was disturbing enough, but with only a door between them and the children, locked or not, it didn't feel right.
Señor Medena motioned to the door.
He paused at the door to wait for her.
He closed the door and they walked several yards down the hall before he spoke.
"So, shut the door," he said, his voice strained, and drew her into his arms, seeking her lips again in a hungry way.
And then they were walking out the door, still talking about the mare.
Carmen turned the light off and shut the door.
She was still awake an hour later when Alex came through the door.
Someone knocked at the door.
He opened the door and spoke quietly to someone.
Gerald and Felipa were standing beside the door talking to each other.
The idea was reinforced when Gerald turned and walked out the door without doing so.
Shutting the door after her, Alex reached for Carmen.
Then he shrugged and followed Jonathan out the door.
He glanced up and smiled when she came in, his gaze drifting from her to the door.
She was lounging on the bed reading a magazine when someone knocked on the door.
Carmen nodded and stepped out the door.
At the car he opened the door for her.
He closed the door and walked around to the other side.
Her fingers searched and found the door handle - just in case.
On the other side of the thick entry door was a sitting room with lush wine colored carpet.
On one side of the living room a door opened into a large dining area.
The door opened and Alex stepped into the room.
She headed for the door, ignoring the question.
The door to Destiny & Jonathan's room was closed.
Carmen kissed Destiny goodnight and shut the door to their room.
He slapped her backside playfully as she walked out the door ahead of him.
"I don't need one," she snapped over her shoulder, and then slid the patio door shut behind her.
She stopped at the coop door and frowned.
She jerked the door open, sending frightened chickens flopping against the coop walls.
Stepping in quickly, she shut the door.
Accusing him and storming out the door wasn't going to make him want to stay.
Alex stood and squeezed his shoulder as they turned toward the door.
Climbing the unfinished stairs she opened the door to the new room and looked around.
She shut the door and descended the stairs.
Destiny suddenly stopped crying and stared at the door.
When she was close enough to the house, she ran to the courtyard and slipped in through the back door.
Once inside, she locked the door and ordered Destiny to stay in the house while she called Alex.
When Alex walked through the door, they were standing by the table, waiting on him.
The next morning when he stood by the door before leaving for work, she looked him over while he examined a document.
The nurse turned to the door.
The nurse knocked on the door and then came in carrying a crying Natalie.
Alex paused at the door to their bedroom, a tray of coffee in his hands.
He reached for the door, doubt twisting his guts.
Only Nick noticed her standing in the door.
She let the door shut without removing anything.
For a moment she stared at the door, her heart racing.
She crossed the living room and paused at the door, looking through the peep hole.
She straightened her hair and collected her thoughts before opening the door.
Headlights flashed on the curtains briefly and a car door slammed.
Lisa started to get up but Howard motioned her to sit still while he answered the door.
Howard turned and headed for the door, indicating for Quint to follow.
She was awakened later by the door bell.
He rang the doorbell again and pounded on the door.
She sighed and opened the door, leaving the storm door locked.
She should shut the door, but her temper flared.
He grabbed the storm door and jerked on it.
She shut the door.
Finally she pulled the door shut and locked it.
As the garage door lifted, sunlight reflected off the polish she and her siblings had applied that last day of their lives.
Once the garage door was secured, she pulled away from the house.
She closed her eyes and said another prayer before she clamped a sweaty hand around the cold door handle.
She opened the door and slid her legs out one by one, trying to avoid contact with the car.
He reached the passenger side of the car and held the door open for her.
She climbed into the leather seat and he shut the door after her.
Her fingers found the door handle - just in case.
He strode around to her side of the car and opened the door for her.
At the door, he opened it and stepped back, motioning for her to enter first.
By the time she reached the front room, Giddon had answered the door.
The minute they entered the room Connie shut the door and turned to her with wide eyes.
At the car, Connie hugged Lisa while Giddon impatiently held the car door open for her.
Giddon closed the door, and Lisa waved to Connie as he walked around the front of the car.
Sarah met them at the door, her puzzled gaze going from Giddon to Lisa.
Giddon removed the suitcases from his car and joined them at the door.
When they reached door he paused, gazing down at her with an unreadable expression.
He shook his head in defeat and opened the door for her, bowing deeply.
From the door she turned and watched as he climbed into his car and drove away.
She turned and started for the door, but his hand gripped her arm again.
His hand dropped from her arm and she opened the door.
The next morning she paused at her door when she heard Yancey talking to someone.
She quietly opened the door to her room and carefully closed it behind her and took a deep breath.
When the back door closed, she emerged from her room.
The door was unlocked.
Inside, she closed the door and looked around.
With the note in her hand, she opened the door slightly and peeked out.
Would she have been able to hear his conversation behind a closed door?
Afterward he left, shutting the door with force.
The keys hung on the wall beside the door.
When the kitchen door opened suddenly, they jerked apart and turned guilty faces to Sarah, whose expression made it clear she had seen and comprehended their actions.
Tammy burst through the door and saw Lisa sitting on the counter.
Yancey stepped through the door with his arms full of groceries and Lisa didn't miss the warning look he shot his mother.
As she passed his office, she glanced through the open door.
At the car, he opened the door for her in a gentlemanly way.
Most of the boys she dated would never have thought of practicing the age-old custom of walking around the car to open her door, or guiding her through the crowd with a gentle hand on one elbow.
The ride back was quiet, but the silence was a comfortable one, only becoming awkward when they reached the door of his house.
He opened the door for her and they entered, quietly slipping into the kitchen.
She followed him to the front door and looked up at him inquisitively.
At the car, he opened the door and glanced back at her, his expression reflective.
With that said, he shut the door and started the car.
Yancey was lounging against the kitchen door jam, his expression uncertain.
He left the house, slamming the door so hard the hallway reverberated with the sound.
The door opened quietly and Yancey entered, his face bland as he retrieved the magazine from his chair.
Pulling a robe over her nightgown, she tiptoed down the hall and silently opened the door to the patio.
She started for the patio door and he gripped her arm.
He was still chuckling as she closed the door behind her.
She opened the door without looking, ready to welcome Connie.
She started to shut the door, but he had the storm door open and his foot in the door before she could react.
He stepped through the door, his expression less than friendly.
She darted around him and ran for the door, but he caught her half way.
Allen walked toward the door, his attention divided between Howard and Lisa.
He stopped at the door.
I banged on the door, but you didn't answer.
As he opened the door, a police car pulled up to the curb.
Len was eyeing Yancey's car and didn't see them until they stepped out the door.
Once she was in the car, he shut the door and leaned down to speak.
Yancey pulled up beside her and waited while she got out of the car and locked the door.
He pushed the passenger's side door open and she leaned down to look at him.
She opened the door and scrambled out, shutting it without another word.
No one was in sight when she reached the building, but the door was open.
Cautiously, she crept up to the door and peered around it, jerking her head back instinctively when she spotted Yancey unlocking a door to an inner office.
She peeked around the door again just in time to see him walk into the office and close the door.
She glanced around, noting several objects covered with cloths, as well as a box that sat on a table beside the door.
She tiptoed over to one of the cloth-covered objects, keeping a wary eye on the door, and carefully lifted the cloth.
She squeezed behind the barrel as the office door opened.
Yancey strode across the room and opened the door, allowing the man in a black suit to enter.
She waited until Yancey came back in, but he only locked the door to the office and left, closing the door to the building.
She waited for him to get a little way down the path before she slipped from her hiding place and went to the door.
She turned the knob, but the door didn't open.
She turned it again, and this time put her weight against the door.
She carried a chair to a spot that wouldn't be visible on a course from the path to the door, and sat down.
She reached the door and looked back, expecting to find him right behind her, but he wasn't.
He shut the door and walked away from the car.
Lisa opened her door and motioned to Yancey, who immediately returned to the car.
Without another word, he walked out the door and down the trail.
Yancey was standing in the door watching.
She brushed his hand away and went to her door.
"I'm not hungry," she said honestly, and walked into her room, shutting the door behind her.
She snapped the full suitcase shut and opened her door.
Opening the door, she kept her face hidden as she walked down the hallway.
Once in her room, she slammed the door and locked it against him.
It must have helped, at least to some degree, because when he spoke again outside her door, his voice was controlled.
He turned the knob and pushed on the door.
If you don't open this door I'm going to kick it open.
"It's your door," she reminded him in a cool voice.
After a slight hesitation the door burst open with a cracking blow.
The doorbell rang and she felt a rush of panic when she heard Sarah answer the door.
Multiple pairs of feet hurried down the hall and Connie was the first one through the door.
He stopped, tugging her hand urgently as he turned toward the door.
She knows men are attracted to her beauty, but she doesn't realize it's merely what gets them to her door.
Brandon glanced at Adrienne as he opened the door for Julia.
He followed Julia out the door and closed it securely.
Adrienne opened the refrigerator door and stared inside absently.
She grabbed a head of lettuce and shut the door.
Adrienne opened the refrigerator door again and removed the cheese.
Adrienne swung around to find Brandon leaning against the kitchen door jam.
He opened the refrigerator door and removed a can of pop.
She crept down the dim hall, past the bedroom that Julia and Rachel shared, and on past Brandon's door.
At the kitchen door she nearly ran into a dark form.
She started for the door again, but he caught her arm.
He leaned one shoulder against the door jam and frowned down at her.
Adrienne was still smiling when Brandon opened the door for her.
Once she was settled in the seat, he shut the door and walked around the car to the driver's side.
As they climbed out of the car, a screen door squealed on the front porch and a short stocky man emerged, running a hand through graying hair.
They followed his parents into the house and Adrienne hesitated at the dining room door.
It seemed that she had barely dropped off to sleep, before someone was pounding on her door.
He led the way to the door, all the while muttering something under his breath about something being stupid.
Back at the apartment, he paused at the door, key in hand.
"And talk," he interrupted, tugging her away from the door.
The apartment door opened and Rachel stared out at them.
Julia chose that moment to open the front door.
Julia swung away from the door and called for Rachel.
"Nobody's going to throw either of you out," Rachel spoke from the door.
She shut the door after they entered, and smiled wryly at Adrienne.
She glanced up to find Brandon lounging against the door jam of her bedroom doorway.
Darting across the room, she used the door jam to break her speed as she turned to Brandon's room.
Julie turned and ran to her bedroom, slamming the door.
Rachel gazed reflectively at the door.
I didn't bring my hat to throw in the door.
If she encouraged Bordeaux, the others would think the door was open.
Someone tapped on her door.
She opened the door to find a little Mexican boy holding a package.
He gave her a strange look and secured the door.
Cynthia Turley was in the middle of cleaning his favorite table when he walked through the diner door.
She followed Cade up the steps and across the wide porch, waiting as he unlocked the door.
He led her down a short hallway and opened the first door.
Reaching inside the door, he flipped the light switch and the room was flooded with light from a ceiling fan.
I fixed the door so it locks from the inside.
That door over there is your personal bathroom.
She glanced at the door, realizing she had forgotten to lock it.
If he intended her harm, he would hardly have fixed the door so it would lock from the inside.
There was no point in freezing her buns off darting across the cold floor to lock the door.
Opening her door quietly she carried her shoes to the kitchen before putting them on.
Removing the laundry from her room, she walked down the hall and hesitated at Cade's bedroom door.
She turned the porcelain knob and pushed the door open.
The master bath was tidy, so she left the room and pulled the door shut, breathing a long sigh.
As she glanced into the last bedroom, she noticed it had a patio door.
The stairs groaned as she climbed and the door squealed as she opened it.
She sighed and left the room, carefully pulling the door shut.
As she completed setting the table, the screen door squealed and Cade opened the door.
He strode to the door, clamped on his hat, shrugged into his coat and left the house without so much as a good-bye.
The screen door squeaked and the kitchen floor complained as someone crossed it.
He turned and headed for the family room door again.
Opening the door, she found her assumption correct.
She stumbled to the door.
She piled one arm high and closed the door.
Well, he isn't interested in me, so the door is still open for you.
She stopped, suddenly aware that Cade was propped against the kitchen door jam, nursing a cup of coffee.
She set the table and glanced up when the screen door squeaked.
Cade answered the door and ushered his sister into the family room where Cynthia was doing some last minute dusting.
A few minutes later Cade popped his head around the door.
Inside the quiet room, the balcony beckoned, so she slid the patio door open and stepped out into the balmy night.
A sliver of light under Cade's door suggested he was already awake.
Scruffy was meowing at the kitchen door.
Taking a zip-lock bag of scraps from the refrigerator, she opened the door and stepped out into the cool dawn.
The smile was replaced by a surge of color as he jerked the barn door open.
His jaw muscles worked as he spun on one heel and marched to the outside door, slamming it as he left.
Someone knocked on her door and she wiped her eyes and blew her nose before responding.
Claudette pushed the door open slowly and demurely made her way across the room.
Cade came through the kitchen door and pitched his hat on the peg.
The back door was too far away for her rubbery legs, and the only alternative was the sink.
She put the things in her bathroom and was returning to the bedroom when Cade knocked on her open door.
And then he left the room, pulling the door snugly closed behind him.
She had barely finished putting the things away when Mary knocked on the kitchen door.
She prepared the table and was putting the food on when Cade opened the door.
She stopped at the door and caught her breath.
She jerked the door open.
"See you tonight," he mumbled as he headed for the door.
She jerked the kitchen door open, not realizing he was close until she heard his voice behind her.
He dodged the screen door as it narrowly missed his forehead.
She reached for the door with the other hand.
She pushed the door open and hurried to the sink.
He came through the door, his hands behind him and a smug look on his face.
He lifted her into his arms and turned toward the family room door.
He walked across the kitchen and paused at the door.
He lifted his hat from the peg and clamped it on his head and then paused, one hand on the door while he studied her face.
She stared at the door after he left.
Wiping her face with a cold rag, she composed herself and answered the door.
"Russ," He corrected as he gripped her arm and led her to the door.
He led her to his truck and opened the door, helping her into the truck.
He slammed the door and strode purposefully around to the other side, jerking the driver's side door open.
She nodded, hugging his lean waist until they had to let go at the bedroom door.
He followed her out of the room, guiding her through the door with a light touch on her waist.
He pulled the door shut gently and tiptoed down the hall after her.
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