Shooting Dirty by Sorenson Jill

Author:Sorenson, Jill [Sorenson, Jill]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-09-22T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Janelle slept in late on Sunday morning.

She stayed curled up in the blankets for a long time, replaying every moment of last night’s tryst with Ace. When she finally arose, wearing a satisfied smile, the coffee was still warm and there were donuts on the table. She helped herself to both, padding into the living room in her pajamas.

Jamie was watching a soccer game at low volume and her mother was playing solitaire. Janelle sat down on the couch, biting into her glazed donut.

Yum.

Jamie muted the game and looked at her. “Where were you last night?”

“Out,” she said, her mouth full.

“With Ace?”

A flush rose to her cheeks as she chewed and swallowed. She hadn’t been embarrassed about her other hookups, but of course, Jamie hadn’t known about them. The only man she’d deemed worthy of meeting Jamie was a boyfriend she’d had four years ago. Their relationship had fizzled. He’d been nothing like Ace.

No one was.

“You should call if you’re going to be late,” Jamie said.

Janelle glanced at her mother, taking another bite of donut. Renata smiled and flipped over another card. “I didn’t think either of you were awake. I’ll send a text next time.”

He turned the volume back on, grunting.

She finished her breakfast and took a long shower, rinsing away Ace’s touch. Her body felt deliciously sore and well-used. Eager to be used again.

Although she’d love to spend the day lounging in the sun or watching trashy television, she had work to do. Her trailer needed a top-to-bottom cleaning if she wanted to get back her security deposit. She also had to figure out what to do with the furniture. It wasn’t worth the storage fees.

She brought Jamie with her to Salton City. He was on his best behavior, probably hoping she’d return his video games. They spent the afternoon spiffing up the trailer, trying to reduce the evidence of ten years’ worth of wear and tear. She’d moved in when Jamie was just two. He’d grown from a toddler to a boy here.

Now he was almost a teenager.

She decided to ask the landlord if he could use the furniture. She didn’t have the time or the energy to sell the mismatched, shabby-chic pieces. After scrubbing the last window, she threw down her towel and called it good.

“How about a milkshake?” she asked Jamie, hooking her arm around his neck.

He never said no to that offer.

They went to the ‘50s-style diner in Brawley, a local staple for burgers and fries. It was on the main drag, so truckers visited the place in droves. She ordered her favorite sandwich and ate half of it, marveling at Jamie’s huge appetite. He was growing faster than she could buy clothes. His feet seemed to get bigger every week.

After he was finished eating everything but the table, he burped into his fist. Loud enough to be overheard, but she just smiled. The afternoon sun beamed through the window shade, turning his brown hair into dark gold. He was the spitting image of Shane.

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