Sleeping With the Frenemy by K.T. Grant

Author:K.T. Grant [Grant, K.T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781607774082
Publisher: Literary Partners Group
Published: 2011-07-05T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

The honk from a car horn made Deborah walk over to her bedroom window as she fingered gel into her damp hair. Standing in only her bra and underwear, she watched as Bridgette, wearing a cute white sundress with her bright red curls wrapped in a white scarf, got into a police car. She hugged the driver, which had to be her brother Bryan, who had the almost same color shade of hair. The car drove away as Rotquel barked loudly from the front window. Bridgette's next-door neighbor, who gardened in the front of her house, shook her fist in the direction of the barking. Deborah laughed, and with one last tug on her hair, went over to her dresser to choose what she'd wear for the day.

She hadn't spoken to Bridgette since that time in her kitchen, although the redheaded pixie was constantly on her mind. In part, Deborah kept her distance because of the nightly erotic dreams about the woman that left her bed soaked from her sweat. Deborah flexed her hand, her wrist somewhat achy, most likely due to the amount of times she'd masturbated over the past few days. At least her sex dreams didn't wake her, shivering in fear from the last nightmare she had about being decapitated by some unknown figure.

Since she'd been so busy cleaning the house and going back and forth on foot in town with even more cleaning supplies and things she needed, she didn't have any time to check for more information online about her death or even call her mother to see how she was doing or if she had any visitors. Today she'd go back to the café and hop on a computer, then roam around Main Street and check out the street fair Bridgette had mentioned. Maybe she would purchase a few more nice outfits, other than her typical T-shirts and mundane capris and shorts she'd been wearing.

Pulling out a yellow T-shirt, the color she had to wear because Saturday was yellow day, she lifted up her arms to draw the shirt over her head. But Deborah stopped midway and dropped her arms, eyeing the T-shirt. She sent it flying, and it landed on the bedside lamp. She pulled out a dark red tank top instead.

When she was fully clothed and her hair and makeup was to her liking, she grabbed an oversized bag she bought yesterday. With the sky clear and the humidity and heat not as intense as it had been over the past week, Deborah had a feeling it would be a wonderful day.

* * * *

“I can't get enough of Oscar's pancakes,” Bryan said as he took one last bite off his plate.

“You're ignoring my question,” Bridgette pointed out as she took a sip of her coffee. “Your divorce is final after you and Angie sign the papers next week?”

Bryan rubbed the back of his neck and tapped his fork on the side of his plate. Bridgette reached across and placed her hand on his.

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