Summer Session by Merry Jones

Author:Merry Jones [Jones, Merry]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: C429, Kat, Extratorrents
Publisher: Severn House Publishers Ltd
Published: 2010-03-31T13:00:00+00:00

Leslie was excited by Harper’s progress and made an appointment for the next day, urging her to jot down any related thoughts or memories that might arise. As Harper was leaving, she touched her arm. ‘One more thing, Harper. Remember: an affair doesn’t have to mean the end of a marriage.’

Really? It didn’t? Harper walked out of Leslie’s office, unable to imagine trusting Hank ever again. Or any man. Or woman. Did she trust Leslie? Who knew? Harper felt drained. Except for her skull, which felt full of goose down, fuzzy and soft, unable to function. Her limbs ached, sore to the touch. She needed sleep; thought of her room, her bed, her home. She wondered if she could go back. Even if the police were done with it, could she go back there? Could she sleep where Monique had been murdered, where Larry had sucked his last breath with a nail file stuck in his larynx? There would be blood on the porch, on the bathroom floor.

Still, she’d have to go back some time; ought to call Detective Rivers and find out when she’d be allowed. She pulled her phone out of her bag, saw that she had missed calls. Two from her mother, wanting Harper to call. Two from Vicki, explaining that Harper had been asleep when she’d left that morning and she wanted to know how she was; would she please call. One from Detective Rivers, reporting that her house was no longer a crime scene, so Harper could go home. And one from Ron, asking how she was.

Ron had called. Just to ask how she was.

Harper got on to her Ninja, thinking about Ron. About their dinner the night before. And about going back to Vicki’s, turning down his invitation to stay with him. She’d been unable to sleep afterwards, imagining it. Not just staying there, but actually sleeping with him. Having sex with him. She hadn’t done it, of course, but she’d thought about it. So, how different was that from Hank?

Very different. Because, even if she’d considered it, she hadn’t done it. She had spurned the offer and lain awake, feeling lonely, needy, guilty and cranky, staring at the television, turning, pacing and, eventually, going through Hank’s computer. To find out that he had slept with Vicki.

If only she hadn’t logged on to that damned computer. Everything would be different. She wouldn’t be furious with Hank, wouldn’t want to tear out Vicki’s hair. The affair, the cheating and lying still would have happened, but at least she’d be blissfully unaware.

In her head, Leslie repeated, ‘An affair doesn’t have to mean the end of a marriage.’

Really? What did Leslie know about it? Had Leslie’s husband ever cheated? With her friend? Harper doubted it. She’d only seen him once, from a distance. His shorts had been too short; his legs pale and skinny, his knees knobby. Not a cheater.

Starting the Ninja, she stopped to make sure her bag was secured behind her seat. Man the thing was bulky.

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