Pulling Home (That Second Chance) by Campisi Mary

Author:Campisi, Mary [Campisi, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Mary Campisi
Published: 2012-01-22T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

“But I think it only fair to warn you I don’t like to lose and I usually don’t.”—Grant Richot

“Dad, Jack’s giving a talk at the Kenston Civic Center next weekend.” Leslie leaned over and stroked Jack’s cheek. “He’ll be discussing treatment for Pediatric Congenital Anomalies.”

“That’s a real honor, Jack,” August Richot said, raising his wine glass. “I’m proud of you.”

He wondered how proud the man would be if he knew what had happened in the supply closet six days ago. “It’s the least I can do.” The least I can do as penance for banging my dead brother’s wife. Just thinking about it made him hard. Deranged didn’t even begin to cover what he was. He’d tried to convince himself what they’d done had been the body’s response to a near death situation, nothing more than an adrenaline jolt to his dick.

But that was such bullshit. He’d wanted to get in Audra’s pants the second he spotted her sitting all prim and aloof next to Aunt Virginia. And that really was a problem, that and the fact that despite Leslie’s tempting body and varied bag of sexual tricks, he hadn’t been able to get hard. Expecting Leslie to go without sex for six days was like asking a surgeon to turn in his scalpel.

Besides, she’d started watching him a bit too closely, like bacteria under a microscope. It wouldn’t be long before the interrogations started, then the accusations, and she might even put the pieces together, like Bernie had. Jack needed to perform damage control before the whole situation imploded. The hell of it was he couldn’t stop thinking about Audra and her sweet body. How sick was that?

“I think Jack needs your ‘Take time to smell the roses’ sermon, Dad,” Leslie said, sliding a glance Jack’s way. “He’s been so busy lately he doesn’t have time for the basics of existence.”

There it was—sex.

Pastor Richot smiled. “You need the basics, Jack. For sustenance.”

Sex. Sex for sustenance. Jack attacked a slice of chicken with his knife. He’d had sex six days ago and look where it had gotten him? Mutilated. Confused. Destructive.

“Yes, hear that, honey?” Leslie inched her bare foot along Jack’s leg. “Sustenance is essential to life”—she licked her lower lip—“and love.”

“Amen.” Leslie’s father raised his wine glass and saluted. “To the two of you. May you be blessed with a long and prosperous life.”

Leslie’s foot found Jack’s crotch. “Amen,” she whispered against his cheek.

Not knowing what else to do, Jack raised his glass and echoed, “Amen.”

Leslie’s cell phone rang just then, putting an end to the Amens and comments on the necessity of sustenance. “Hello? Hi, Grant. When? Now?” She glanced at her father and smiled. “Sure, he’d love to see you. He was just saying he hasn’t seen you in forever. Who? Oh, of course. Bring her along, too. We have plenty of chicken. Okay, bye.” She flipped the phone shut and announced, “Grant’s on his way.”

“I gathered that,” her father said. “I also gathered he has a woman friend with him?”

A secret smile stole across Leslie’s face.

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