Saturday, March 12, 2011
“You told me to pinch you.”
Kay Diggs rolled over in bed and went nose to nose with her husband. “I’m not dreaming, am I?” She giggled. “I really pulled it off this time, didn’t I?”
“You did. And probably broke the record for advances on a first book.”
Kay flung herself onto her back and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of another rush of adrenaline that made her tingle from head to toe.
Once the exhilarating sensation settled down, she flipped back toward her husband. “Just how many zeroes are behind that five?”
Bill Diggs chuckled. Then he wrapped his powerful arms around his wife and eased her close to him.
They cuddled and kissed for the next thirty seconds before the alarm clock buzzed and Bill reached over to the night stand and tapped the button to shut off the annoying sound.
“We can play hooky today,” Kay suggested.
Sky blue eyes looked down into darker ones. “You can. You deserve to. But this old man has a house to get under roof.”
A short kiss and Bill tossed back the sheet with the intention of getting up. That is until Kay’s fingers tiptoed along his firm, tanned chest, then downward, getting the response twenty-five years of marriage had taught her to expect.
This round of lovemaking was without the foreplay the earlier one had, but the result was just as sweet.
Kay lingered in bed, watching and admiring her husband as he pulled on faded jeans and a tee shirt. When he sat on the edge of the bed to pull on his work boots, she ran her hand up and down his spine.
Bill twisted around and gave her a quick kiss. “Gotta go, babe. We’ll celebrate some more tonight.”
Kay waited until he was through the bedroom doorway to call out to him. “One more thing.”
Bill poked his head inside. “I’m listening.”
“You’re not an old man, lover boy.” She winked and sent him off with a smile.
Once Kay heard Bill’s pickup engine groan before kicking on, she flung off the sheet and got to her feet.
If she was going to cram everything she wanted to accomplish into the day, there wasn’t time to lie around thinking about what she was going to do with all that money.
* * *
They were listening for the truck to start too, and watching. It wouldn’t be long now. After they saw the beat-up truck back out of the driveway and rattle down the street, they made contact.
* * *
Approximately ten miles northeast of their stake out, inside an unoccupied barn, their boss was getting things ready for her arrival when his cellular phone rang.
He waited for the third ring before unfolding the pocket-sized portable.
“She should be leaving the house in twenty minutes.”
“Bring her to me.”
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Until Next Time...Debra