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When he opened the door, Dina greeted him. “Oh. Hey.”
His breath caught in his throat, and he had to swallow the lump of guilt. If his ex found out he was banging Clint’s widow… “Dina. Hi.”
“Natalie told me she was going to the store, and she left the shop but forgot her cell phone,” Dina said, fishing Natalie’s cell phone from her bag. “Can you give it to her when she comes back?” She offered it to him, and he took it.
“Of course.”
“Who is it?” Natalie’s voice sounded from behind him. “Dina?” she asked, with a nervous smile on her lips.
Vincent stretched to his full height, wishing he could disappear. This was the first time he faced both of them after he’d slept with Natalie. “Dina came by to give you your cell that you forgot.” He handed it to her.
Natalie took it from him. “Thanks, Dina.”
Dina waved it off. “Don’t sweat it, kid. I’m on my way to bingo night. I just wanted to drop this off. I thought you’d be at the store.”
Natalie clutched the phone in her hands. “Right. I forgot some coupons, so I came home to get them.”
“Alright.” Dina clapped her hands together. “Well, I better get going. You know how Pastor Abbott gets when one of us is late for bingo. Maybe some other time I can see all the renovations you’re doing in the place, Vincent.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said, saluting her. “Sounds like a plan.”
“Thanks. Y’all have a good night.”
He turned around and he closed the door, letting out a sigh. Man. I’m too old for this shit.
Natalie put the cell phone on the table, and clasped her hands together. She shot him a concerned glance, and he didn’t need much reading between the lines to figure out why. Natalie may not feel guilty because of the crappy husband Clint must have been to her, but she didn’t want to hurt Dina. That much was obvious. Well, damn it, neither did he.
“Do you think she noticed anything?” she asked.
He scratched his day-old stubble. “Nah. Doubt it.”
Her shoulders dropped a notch. “I feel bad about lying to her.”
“You can have your own life, Natalie. And do what you want.”
She winked at him. “And who I want.”
“Listen, I don’t give a frog’s fat ass about what Dina thinks of me. She’s no angel herself. I agreed to keep this quiet because you know how she was attached to— he stopped in his tracks, words trailing off. Attached to their son. The son whose wife just swallowed his cum.
She stepped in his direction, but he stepped back, rubbing the back of his neck. “Don’t you dare,” she said. “Everything’s peachy as long as we’re screwing. Otherwise you just don’t communicate.”
“What’s there to say?”
“I’m sorry for lying to Dina, as I hate lying in general. But what’s happening here,” she said, circling her index finger, gesturing to both of them, “for that, I’m not sorry. You know why? Because I had a crappy ass husband. I was weak, and I didn’t leave when I should have. I waited until it got worse.”
A flicker of pain flashed in her pretty eyes, and his jaw clenched. Damn it. This wasn’t a convenient rationalization to sleep with him—she’d been hurt. He curled his fingers into a ball. He could punch the bastard—his own son for Christ’s sake—for causing her so much heartache. I need to come to terms with Clint being the one who did this to her. “I’m sorry.”
Challenge supplanted the pain in her eyes. “I’m done waiting. I’m done not doing what I want to do.”
“Fair enough. What do you want?”
“I want you. I want to have you for as long as you’re in town,” she said, then worried her bottom lip. “If you’ll have me.”
If I will have her?He yanked her into his arms, his lips lowering to hers. Oh, how he loved to stroke her curves, to caress her soft skin and smell her feminine fragrance. She tugged at his shirt, and, understanding her need for skin-on-skin contact, he broke the kiss to pull his shirt over his head, and threw it on the floor.
Unable to wait, he gripped both sides of her dress, and ripped it off of her. An insane carnal urge pounded in his veins, causing him to want to show her just how badly he’d have her—anytime, anywhere. She moaned, the sound soothing his ears like balm on a fresh wound.
“Vincent.”
