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  He gave me easy and succinct directions to a section of Harrisburg that wasn’t exactly the stomping grounds of the well-to-do. It should’ve taken about ten minutes to get there, even in heavy traffic, but with the rain we spent closer to twenty. I tried not to keep looking at my watch, but three-thirty was creeping closer and closer and I was still forty-five minutes from home. By the time I pulled up in front of the building Jack directed me to, I had only an hour and a half to get home and get ready for the appointment. I wouldn’t be late—I hoped—but I’d spent most of the day away from the office, and God only knew what awaited my return.

  I meant only to drop him off and be on my way, but just as I pulled up to the curb, a delivery truck lumbered down the narrow alley toward us. “What the hell? Isn’t this street one-way?”

  Jack snorted. “Yes. That dude’s a moron. This is, like, the third time he’s done this.”

  I looked out my fogged-up back window. Backing up would take driving skill I didn’t have, not to mention send me down the street in Reverse and going the wrong way. “I hope he makes it fast. I really need to get going.”

  “Hold on. I’ll check.”

  Before I could stop him, Jack had hopped out of the car and run through the rain toward the delivery truck, where he pounded on the door until the driver opened it. I saw waving hands and gestures but couldn’t hear what they were saying. In moments Jack was back in my car, sliding across the vinyl seat and slamming the door. He was soaked.

  “Says it should only take ten minutes.”

  “Great.” I slapped the wheel with the flat of my hand and looked at my watch. “I hope he hurries.”

  “Are you going to be late?”

  “I hope not.” I sighed.

  “Maybe you can call your office?” He offered helpfully. “Reschedule?”

  “Thanks, but I can’t, really.” The best I could do was call Jared and tell him to start the process with the family, but they hadn’t decided to come to Frawley and Sons to have Jared take care of their mother. They’d asked for my business because of me, or more likely because of my dad. I trusted Jared to handle the paperwork, but if I had to miss the appointment with the family, I’d be letting them down.

  “I’m sorry,” Jack said.

  Pulled from my musings, I looked up at him. “For what?”

  “You shouldn’t have given me a ride. Then you wouldn’t be late.”

  “Oh, Jack. It’s okay. Don’t worry about that,” I told him, even though he was right and I’d been thinking it myself a moment before. “I couldn’t let you ride in the rain. Look at it out there.

  You’re still dripping.”

  I reached into the backseat and grabbed an old sweatshirt emblazoned with my college emblem. “Wipe yourself off.”

  He dried his face and ran it over his hair, then looked at it. “Your sweatshirt? Thanks.”

  I laughed. “Don’t worry about it. I left it in there months ago and haven’t worn it. Or missed it. It can stand a little wetness.”

  Jack grinned. His damp hair clung to the sides of his cheeks, and on impulse I reached out to smooth away one sleek piece. He turned his face to push his mouth against my hand.

  One small, perfect moment.

  I don’t know how I managed to get onto Jack’s lap without impaling myself on the gearshift, but I did it. I straddled him with his face in my hands and his hungry mouth devouring mine. I tasted pizza and rain and felt his wet hair on the backs of my hands. My skirt rode up as his hands slid up my thighs. I wasn’t wearing stockings, and his shirt dampened my skin.

  Jack’s hands cupped my ass, pulling me closer. My crotch ground against his belt buckle, the metal cold through the thin satin of my panties. My nipples rose in taut peaks through the lace of my bra. Jack reached to nudge open the buttons on my blouse and pushed his face against my skin. His lips tightened on one nipple, the heat of his mouth a sharp contrast to the chill of his rain-wet skin.

  I was in the middle of a moan when the bleat of the delivery truck startled me so much I hit my head on the roof. I muttered a curse. My breast, bared and no longer shielded by Jack’s mouth, popped out from my blouse and I scrambled to cover my bare flesh with the hand not rubbing the top of my head. Fortunately, our heated make-out session had steamed up all the windows so there was no way anybody could possibly have seen anything embarrassing.

  I looked down into Jack’s face as he looked up into mine. With another bleating honk, the delivery truck rumbled by, leaving the street once more clear. I licked my mouth and tasted Jack.

  I felt him, too, between my legs and on my ass. On my nipple, still hard beneath my palm.

  “I need to go,” I whispered.

  He nodded. His hands caressed my rear again. His belt buckle had warmed against me and under it I felt the bulge of his erection. A squeak eeped from my throat at the memory of how he felt inside me, but though he leaned up to kiss me again, I didn’t let him.

  “I really have to go, Jack.”

  He paused, back arched and mouth parted for the kiss I had denied, then settled back against the seat. His hands left my butt and settled on my thighs. “Okay.”

  I’d managed to get on his lap without injuring myself, but crawling back to my seat proved to be more awkward, especially as it was done in utter silence. I managed, finally, though my skirt had twisted and the seat was chilly on my bare thighs. I concentrated on fixing it. My shoe had twisted, too, and I reached down to slide the back of it up higher on my heel.

  I used the excuse of fixing my clothes to not look at Jack. Not even when he leaned into the backseat to grab up his pizza and his clothes and he was so close to me I could smell myself on his skin. Not when he sat back in his seat again, pizza in his hands, and looked at me.

  I kept my eyes on the windshield as I waited for him to say something. Anything, just so I didn’t have to. And Jack, bless him, did.

  “Thanks for the ride.” His voice sounded too formal. He waited while I murmured a response, then got out of the car. The Camaro’s doors were heavy and the rain outside fierce, but I wasn’t convinced those were the reasons he slammed the door. He didn’t turn to wave goodbye, either, just disappeared inside the door to his building.

  And what had I expected? We weren’t dating. I paid him money to take me places and, on occasion, to fuck me. Expecting anything else was just asking for things I kept telling myself I didn’t want.

  Chapter 08

  By the time I got back to the funeral home, the rain had cleared. I wasn’t late, but I didn’t have time to do more than use the bathroom, brush my hair and swipe my face with powder and lipstick before my three-thirty appointment was due. Shelly brought in a stack of messages for me, all the pink “While You Were Out” slips stacked neatly and printed in her fine, careful hand.

  “Anything important?” I asked as I shrugged out of my damp blouse and into a dry one I’d kept on the back of the door. It didn’t quite match my skirt, but with the suit jacket overtop it would be fine. I took the messages but didn’t have time to do more than lay them on my desktop blotter.

  “The new priest from St. Anne’s called. He said he wanted to meet with you about the cemetery regulations.”

  I fluffed my hair and blotted my lips, then turned to look at her. “Huh?”

  Shelly shrugged and rolled her eyes a bit in her own private expression of what she thought about the new priest at St. Anne’s. “Something about the cemetery committee had a meeting and they wanted to make some new regulations? Or something?”

  “But I have nothing to do with that,” I protested, rolling my eyes, too. “When does he want to meet?”

  “Tomorrow morning.”

  I sighed and clicked my computer’s mouse to wake the monitor from sleep. I had my calendar up on the screen as always, and a quick glance showed me the morning was as yet unscheduled. “Can you call him and tell him that’s fine?”

  “Sure. When the Heilmans get here, should I send them in?”

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