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“I could fuck an appetite into you.”
Her jaw drops in mock-shock. “Why Sir, how you do talk!”
I grab and pull her close. “I’m going to fuck you ’til you promise you’re coming back as soon as fucking possible.”
She relaxes into me. “That’s a lot of fucking.”
“So be it.” I kiss her hard and release her with a fury that has her spinning. “Kitchen, woman, now!”
Willow laughs, “Yes, Sir!”
She grabs the counter, smiling her happy, pretty little butt off, and watches me open the fridge, pulling out and placing salami and two triangles of gourmet cheeses on a cutting board. I snag, open, pour, Pinot Noir into two red-wine glasses, holding out hers to take, the other up for a toast. “To you coming back to Georgia as soon as possible.”
We clink glasses and she smiles at me while she sips, sexy as all get out. I close the distance between us, kiss her long and slow, the taste of red wine mingled with her natural breath. Separating I put the cutting board in the fridge, “Forgot we have to work up an appetite for this,” and turn to bring her into my arms, glasses abandoned on the counter for later, ignoring the phone ringing in my pocket as we kiss. “Ethan said he’d call later. Not this late though, so I’ll call him back tomorrow. When I’m all alone again.”
She laughs, “Oh, poor baby, going to be all alone!”
I go serious. “I’m fine on my own, but I know I’m going to miss you every day you’re gone.”
Her smile vanishes. “I’m going to miss you, too, Ben. Walking around my days as if life didn’t change.”
“Is that how you feel? I changed you?”
“Yes. My whole life.”
“For the better.”
“Much better.”
I lean down to kiss her, but the phone interrupts us again. We separate, looking toward my back pocket. “He wouldn’t call twice unless it was important.” A smirk tugs as I reach for it. “Unless he’s calling again just to mess with me. He’d do that, too.” Willow and I stare at the screen together. It’s not Ethan. It’s not my parents with something about Jonny. It’s Shelby.
“Ummm…”
“Shit,” I grumble as it goes to voicemail from sheer time-passing. “What’s this about?”
It starts ringing again. Willow nods her chin at the phone. “It’s okay. Answer it.”
I swipe, and bring the phone to my ear. “Hello?”
There’s sobbing on the other end of the line. “Ben! My mom died! She’s dead. Right here. I don’t know what to do. I just found her in the hallway. I checked her pulse and she’s gone, Ben! I don’t know what to do! What do I do? Oh, what am I gonna do?”
“I’ll be right there. Call 911. I’m on my way.”
I hang up and start to explain.
Willow holds up her hand. “I heard. Go!”
We rush out to the truck, and I open the door for Willow, running around to the leap into the driver’s side. “She’s not even seventy.”
“I’m so sorry, Ben.”
“Shelby, just there with the body.”
“I can’t imagine.”
My racing wheels draw the attention of my parents, phone ringing right after we pass their house, as we’re making a beeline for Sunflower. Driving the rough, gravelly road I don’t answer it until we pull up. “Dad?” I jump out and go to open Willow’s door.
She jumps out before I get there. “Just go! Thank you Ben. But just go!”
