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AS THEY PULLED into Gracie’s driveway, she leaned toward the window and stared out at the dark night.
“I’m glad it’s still raining,” she said. “It’s a perfect night to bake.”
Riley stopped the car and turned off the engine. “You’ll do that now?”
“Yeah. I like the quiet. I can concentrate. Plus there are some really cool infomercials on TV. You’d be amazed at the stuff you can buy. Not that I ever phone in, but I like to see them.”
“Uh-huh. Sure. I’ll bet you have a whole secret stash of Veg-O-Matics in that house.”
She chuckled. The soft sound brushed against his skin in a way that reminded him he was a man who hadn’t been with a woman in too damn long.
“No Veg-O-Matics, but if you’re very, very good, I might bake you something. To thank you for helping me with all this.”
“Zeke is my campaign manager. Now that you know how much I have on the line you can see why I want to make sure whatever he’s up to isn’t going to screw with my plans.”
“Good point. I’ll call Alexis in the morning and tell her we don’t know anymore than we did before. I’ll also try to get her to talk to him. It’s the most sensible plan.”
He would bet money she didn’t wear perfume, but her sweet scent seemed to fill the car. Tension crackled between them. Who would have thought after all this time, he would find Gracie appealing?
He reminded himself of his mission, his rules and how much could be lost by a single night of pleasure. Then he leaned toward her and watched as her eyes widened and her pupils dilated.
“Have a good rest of the night,” he said as he carefully undid the lock and pushed the door open. A blast of cold air swept into the car.
She blinked. “What? Oh. Sure. Thanks again.” She gave him a quick smile and hurried up the walk toward the house.
He waited until she was inside before starting the car. But it was a long time before he drove away and that night, thoughts of her kept him hard and awake well past midnight.
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THE SHARP SOUND made Gracie want to yell at somebody. She hadn’t gotten to bed until almost four and it was far too early for her to be getting up. She knew she hadn’t set the alarm, so what....
Sleep receded. She gazed around blurrily until she realized it wasn’t the clock radio making the noise but the phone. She grabbed the cell.
“Yeah. Hello?”
A deep sob filled her ear.
“Hello? Who is this?”
“It’s me. Alexis.” Another sob. “Oh, Gracie, I just went over to his office and I saw him. With her!”
“What? Who? What her?”
“P-Pam. Zeke is having an affair with Pam Whitefield.”
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