The Secret Desires of a Soccer Mom by Robyn Harding

Author:Robyn Harding [Harding, Robyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Adult, Thriller, Mystery, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9780345476302
Publisher: Ballantine Books
Published: 2006-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

This sense of lighthearted freedom lasted through the weekend and on until Thursday. I was patient and fun-loving with the children, kind and affectionate with Paul. On Saturday night, back on schedule, my husband and I made love. It was very nice. Javier did make an appearance in my mind’s eye, but I no longer felt guilty about it. Now, fantasizing about Javier was no different than fantasizing about George Clooney. Since I had decided to drop the art class, there was no fear I’d be running into either one of them.

I would focus, with renewed vigor, on making over my life. Of course, I had neglected this project ever since Karen’s terrible accident, but now that I had put it behind me, I could take great strides. There would continue to be moments of sadness, I knew that, but her death no longer consumed me. I was at peace… and it was time to figure out what would make me happy.

A soul-nourishing hobby would be an excellent start. I flicked through the Wild Rose Arts Center’s flyer. Drawing was out, obviously. Unfortunately, my lack of artistic ability extended to most other visual mediums, as well. But the arts center also offered a number of dance classes: jazz, salsa, Highland dancing… Maybe that was the answer? As I recalled, I had shown a natural flare when I took ballet back in kindergarten. Yes, dance would be a good choice! I would be expressing myself creatively and getting in shape! Why hadn’t I thought of it before? It was like killing two birds with one stone. And then, the phone rang.

“Ms. Atwell?”

“Yes?”

“It’s Detective Portman calling from the Denver police department.”

“Oh… hello.” I was startled.

“I was wondering if I could come and talk to you?”

My husband’s words flitted through my head—something about calling him and getting a lawyer if the police showed up again. “Sure,” I said. “When?”

“I could be at your place within the hour.”

“Fine. I’ll see you then.”

As I freshened up to meet with Detective Portman, my mind raced through the possible reasons for his visit. Had they found something fishy while investigating Karen’s death? I didn’t want to believe it. It felt so good to let go of my doubts and suspicions, to accept that Karen had simply fallen and hit her head. But as I put on a coat of mascara and some sheer, berry lip gloss, I couldn’t think of any other reason. Unless… unless our meeting was more personal in nature? I had sensed something between Portman and me, that day—call it chemistry, mutual attraction, what have you… It hadn’t been particularly intense on my part, certainly nothing I would have acted upon, but maybe it had been more pronounced for him? He hadn’t mentioned bringing Detective Conroy along. I went into my bedroom and put on the water bra.

Dressed and made up, I took in my reflection in the full-length mirror. I didn’t look too bad. The weeks of anxiety had taken somewhat of a toll, but I was regaining my healthy glow.

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