But the back…
Fuck.
There was no back.
It bared her from shoulders to the top of her ass.
Jesus.
Her hair was up again, this time in curls arranged in a bun at the side of her neck. All Josie, it was elegant. But, unlike Josie, it also was almost playful.
And fucking hot.
Even as much as he liked her hair, he’d prefer to see it as it was in that picture he had of her.
Down.
But not blowing in the breeze.
Spread on his pillow.
And he liked that dress a fuckuva lot but he’d like it more on the floor by his bed.
From top to toe, she was the shit. Maybe especially her toes seeing as their nails were painted fuck-me red and they were exposed in shoes that were a mess of very thin, dark silver straps. So many straps, the fuckers had to be zipped up the back.
And the heel was tall and lethal.
He had no fucking clue how she could walk on those things.
But she did, gracefully this time, no tripping. He watched her do it and he watched her grab her coat from a chair in the hall. This finally spurred him to move.
Which he did, right to her, taking the coat from her.
“Got this, Slick,” he muttered, shaking it out and rounding her to hold it up for her to put on.
Her face appeared startled when she looked over her bared shoulder at him but he looked away from her face, and her bare shoulder, then he couldn’t find anywhere to look because all of it was too good.
Finally, she stuck her arm through the hole, he got her other one in and he settled the shiny silver coat on her shoulders, covering her.
Thank fuck.
He had no idea how he was going to have dinner with her wearing that dress without dragging her to his truck then taking her back to Lavender House and probably fucking her on the floor of the foyer.
Then again, when she’d walked on her classy high-heeled boots, wearing her classy shades, that scarf blowing in the wind yesterday, he’d thought the same thing and he’d managed it.
He’d do it again.
Somehow.
She grabbed her purse and turned to him.
“Ready,” she said softly, her sweet voice as it always was, from the very beginning, cultured but melodic.
“Right,” he muttered and grabbed her hand, moving them to the door. “House locked down?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered.
“Great.” He was still muttering as he moved her out the door.
He stopped her, released her hand, dug in his pocket for the keys and used his own to lock the door behind them.
Then he grabbed her hand again and walked her to the truck.
“You look nice,” she noted.
“Thanks,” he replied, distracted, thinking about her ass in his truck. More to the point, thinking about reclining his seat and dragging her ass over to his side and what he’d do with it when he got her there.
On this thought, a thought that wasn’t helping him keep his cock from getting hard, he opened her door for her as she asked, “Where are we going?”
“The Eaves,” he answered, pulling gently at her to maneuver her in his truck.
But she’d stopped dead so he looked at her.
“That’s very expensive, Jake,” she whispered.
“Babe, you’re you,” he replied. “And you’re you in that dress. Where the fuck else would I take you?”
He saw her draw in a soft breath, and that was sexy as fuck too, making him wonder how he could make her do that with his hands, or his mouth, before she luckily took him from this train of thought and pointed out, “You took me to The Shack yesterday morning.”
“And gave you the best omelet in the county.”
“This is probably correct,” she murmured as if to herself, her doing this reminding him she could be cute, which finally made him grin.
“It’s definitely correct. Now get your ass in the truck.”
She looked into the truck and hesitated a second before she put her fucking fantastic shoe on the running board and he put his hands to her waist to heft her up.
He got her ass in the seat and she looked at him. “Thank you. I wasn’t sure I could get up on my own.”
“Well, you’re there, Slick,” he noted.
She opened her mouth to say something but he stepped out of the door, ordering, “Buckle up,” before he slammed it.
He moved around the hood, hauled his ass in at the other side, buckled in and started her up.
He sent them down the lane and did it deciding to get the tough stuff done first.
“I’ll be over tomorrow, first just me to box up Lydie’s stuff, and then some guys are comin’ over. I’ll be around about ten. They’ll be around at eleven. You gotta know what you want done with the den by then, babe. I’ve got a place to store Lydie’s furniture. You want it sold, I’ll get Con on putting it on Craig’s List. You got a use for it and decide you want it back, just let me know.”
“All right, Jake,” she whispered.
“That’s done,” he replied. “But just sayin’, the boys are over hauling furniture around, you’re gonna have to feed them. You don’t have to go whole hog. Pizza is good.”
“All right,” she said, louder this time. “And thank you. I don’t know what to say about all you’re—”
He gentled his voice when he cut her off with, “You don’t have to say anything, Josie.”
He heard her sigh and pointed the truck toward town.
“If you like, the kids can come over,” she offered. “The Fletchers are coming for dinner tomorrow night but I can make enough for all of you.”
“Not sure Reverend Fletcher wants to break bread with the owner of the local strip club,” he replied.
“Oh,” she whispered, then again louder, “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“We’ll come over Monday night. Con’s off work and Ethan’s been talkin’ your meatloaf up. Con’s feelin’ left out.”
“I would enjoy meeting your eldest child but I can’t do Monday night. Maybe we can do Tuesday?”
“Can’t do Tuesday. Con’s workin’,” he told her. “What do you have on Monday night?”
“I’m having a drink with Boston Stone at the Club.”
His chest seized and his hand tightened on the steering wheel as his lips forced out, “Come again?”
“I know,” she stated even though he didn’t know until she gave it to him, “It’s irritating.”
He looked her way and saw she also looked irritated. Then again, as polished as she was, Josie still tended to let it all hang out.
He looked back to the road and asked, “He on you about selling the house?”
“He’s told me he’s given up on the house,” she shared. “He wants to”—a pause then, with frustrated emphasis—“get to know me.”
Jesus. Shit.
“He’s makin’ a play when your Gran just died?”
“Yes, and he isn’t easy to put off. So I’ll put him off face to face.”
No, she wouldn’t.
Jake would put him off.
Therefore, he declared, “I’ll deal with it.”
He felt her eyes on him. “Pardon?”
“I’ll deal with it,” he repeated.
“How?”
“Don’t worry about how. Just know it’ll be done and me and the kids’ll be over Monday night.”
“I…” Another pause then, “Maybe I should phone him and be clearer about how I feel about not wishing to get to know him.”
“Babe, what’d I say?”
“What did you say?”
“Yes, what’d I say?”
“I don’t—”
“I’ll deal with it.”
She fell silent.
He simmered.
Boston Stone, fucking dick.
Jake barely knew him but from this shit, he knew he was a fucking dick.
That said, the man
was perfect for her. All his money, his class, his power. It wasn’t surprising Josie caught his eye. He had the money to get the best of everything and he was the kind of guy who had it in him to know exactly what the best was. And he didn’t have to know the guy to know he frequently indulged in both, what with the asshole lording his shit all over town.
She decided to change the subject and he knew this when she asked, “What are the children doing tonight?”
“Amber, pouting because she had a date with Noah that she had to break because she’s grounded. She also has no access to the phone so that means she can’t call his ass and talk with him in her bedroom for hours like she normally does. Ethan’s probably eating a shitload of crap so he’ll have a stomachache that’ll wake him up at about two in the morning, which means my ass will be up at two o’clock in the morning. And Con’s always got his old man’s back. In order to look after Ethan and make sure Amber doesn’t do anything that’ll get her into more trouble, one of his girls is comin’ over rather than him takin’ her out.”
“One of his girls?” she asked.
“He’s got five. Steady.”
There was a heavy pause before, “How can he have five steady girls?”
“No clue how the kid manages it, Slick, just know he does. That doesn’t mean those five get along and like sharin’. Just know they put up with it whatever Con does to make ‘em do it.”
“I do not see good things in the future about this, Jake,” she declared. “Women don’t like to share. This détente may last for a while but it won’t last forever.”
“He’s got his hand in the candy bowl and he’s keepin’ it there, he’s gotta deal with the pain when someone bitchslaps him to pull it out.”
“A difficult lesson to learn,” she murmured.
“Conner’s like his dad. He learns by doin’ or, in some cases, by fuckin’ up and tryin’ to be smart enough not to fuck up the same way again.”
He knew he had her eyes again when she protested, “But people are involved, in this case girls and their hearts, and they might get hurt.”
He looked her way to see she was looking at him and he gave her a shake of his head before looking back to the road. “That’s the difficult part, Josie. A man’s any man at all, the first woman he hurts, he learns not to do that shit again. Good he learns at seventeen rather than twenty-five when shit might count.”
She said nothing to that for some time and Jake had pulled off Cross Street and onto the coastal road when she spoke again.
“When did you learn that?”
“How do you think I got married three times?” he answered.
He sensed he again had her eyes when she asked, “Pardon?”
“Learned early. Not at seventeen but saw a girl, had a girl on the side my sophomore year in college. They found out about that shit, it did not go down very well. I felt like a total fuckin’ asshole mostly ‘cause I was. The look on my girl’s face. Fuck.” He shook his head at the road. “Never forget that look, honey.”
“And how did this lead you to getting married three times?”
“Didn’t want to see that look again, got no clue how to get shot of a woman so I find I got her ring on my finger instead of seeing her in my rearview.”
“You…” she paused and her voice was higher pitched when she went on, “married women instead of ending things with them?”
He grinned at the road. “Never claimed to be Einstein.”
“Indeed you haven’t,” she murmured.
“How real do you want it?” he asked.
“How”—another pause—“real?”
“Honest. Straight up. How much of that can you take?”
“You’ve been astoundingly open already, Jake.”
He glanced at her again before looking back to the road and asking, “We gettin’ to know each other?”
“Yes.”
“Are you mine?”
A shocked, “Pardon me?”
“Did Lydie give you to me, babe,” he explained.
“Well…yes.”
Fuck yes.
There it was.
She was his.
“Then you’re mine,” he stated. “And that means you’re my kids’. And that means we gotta dig in there and give each other shit. So we shouldn’t hide and anyway, I got nothin’ to hide. I did what I did, made stupid decisions, fucked up, I’m still standing, my kids are healthy and happy. Not countin’ Amber pouting and being an occasional pain in the ass, Con serial dating and Ethan mourning the only grandmother he’ll really ever know.”
There was another pause before, quietly, she began, “His other grandmothers—”
“My ma’s dead, babe. So’s my dad,” Jake told her. “His mom’s dad is also gone and her mom lives up in Bridgewater. Sweet lady but a little whacked. She’s a hoarder, doesn’t leave her house and I don’t want my kid in a house like that. Plus, it isn’t exactly close. They talk on the phone. That’s all he’s got.”
“I’m sorry to hear of this, including about your parents, Jake,” she said, voice still soft.
“We deal, Josie,” he replied in the same tone.
He didn’t ask about her parents.
This was because he knew her father was dead. He’d asked his cop buddy, Coert, to look into it because Lydie asked him to and Coert found that shit out. He also knew her uncle was alive. And he knew her mother was off the grid, probably buried so deep under whatever identity she took when she escaped Josie’s assclown of a father, if she was alive, she’d never surface, even though her motherfucker of a husband was long gone.
Bitch should have taken her daughter.
But the bitch left her daughter to a monster.
“Would you like to, well…share about how you lost your parents?” she asked carefully.
He didn’t hesitate before he gave it to her.
“Dad, aneurysm. Right at work. Sixty-four. A few months from retirement it hits him, he’s down. Gone. Ethan was born three months later.”
“Jake,” she whispered but said no more.
Jake did.
“Ma died when Eath was nearly two. He doesn’t remember her. She had an infection, didn’t catch it, thought it was just bein’ tired ‘cause she was sad she lost Dad. By the time she looked into that shit, it had done a number on her heart. Too much damage to repair. Few months later, she just slipped away. Amber was tight with her, though. Like with Lydie, she took it hard.”
To this, he got nothing.
When he continued to get nothing, he turned his head and saw she was looking out the side window.
He looked back to the road.
Fuck, he was a dick.
“Josie,” he said gently. “I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have gotten into that shit.”
“Life happens, Jake,” she replied quietly. “And you’re just being”—she hesitated— “real.”
Too real.
“We’ll stop talking about that.”
She said nothing.
He drove on.
Finally, she broke the silence. “So, being, erm…real. Your wives?”
Terrific.
Now he got to give her not him being a dick but instead being an idiot.
“Donna, the first one, loved her. Probably shouldn’t have divorced her. She wanted it, I didn’t get it, but I gave it to her.”
“That sounds odd,” she noted when he said no more.
“It was,” he agreed. “To this day, I still don’t get it but what I get pisses me off so I try not to think about it.”
“You don’t have to share,” she offered.
That made him grin.
“Babe, laid myself out already. Too late for that.”
“Indeed,” she murmured but he heard a smile in her voice too and he looked at her to catch it.
He got a glimpse before returning his eyes to the road and he was glad he took that shot.
She was pretty normally. When she smiled though…
Jesus.
&nbs
p; “Though, I don’t want you to get angry,” she went on.
“Too much time has passed, not worth it to get angry anymore,” he told her.
“All right,” she replied and he went for it.
“We fought, not all the time, but that shit happens,” he told her. “And honest to Christ, don’t know what was up her ass but something was. She got her teeth in it and wouldn’t let it go then wouldn’t let anything go then wanted to let me go. How I remember it starting was she wanted a new car. I couldn’t afford a new one so I bought her a used one. It was better than the one she had so I thought she was good. She didn’t. Told me I never listened to her. I told her I did but we couldn’t afford a brand new car. She got shitty, kept bein’ shitty, kicked my ass out. Lost her man but got herself a new car.”
“That’s ridiculous,” she snapped, suddenly pissed and he fought back the grin. But he had to admit he liked it that she gave him that emotion.
“That shit happened. She tried reconciliation. What we had was good, so I tried with her but seein’ as that shit kept comin’ up for me and pissing me off, it didn’t work. She threw away a marriage, a family, for a new car. Not down with that.”
“I heartily agree,” she declared and at that, he didn’t fight the grin.
He gave into it.
“Still, life led me to eventually gettin’ Ethan outta it, wouldn’t have had him with Donna so I guess shit works out the way it should.”
“Yes,” she agreed.
This was breathy and he didn’t know why. But he liked the way it sounded.
“Mandy, number two, was the shit,” he kept going. “Loved her too. She was all over me, all over bein’ stepmom to my kids. Put a ring on her finger, she wanted me, realized, 24/7, she couldn’t hack kids. She took off. Just one day came home and she was gone. Got the divorce papers in the mail. Haven’t seen her since. Good news was, I didn’t have her ticket, but the kids did so it rocked my world but they were glad she was gone.”
“That, well…rocking of your world sounds unpleasant.”
Jake shook his head at her words and the way she said them.
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