Her breaths came out in high-pitched whimpers as I slid inside her, one hand on her clit. I felt her come again, and she moaned, her body tightening around me.
Every time I thrust in her, she made a little high-pitched breath that made me wild. I felt her body tighten for another orgasm, and it sent me over the edge. She leaned her head back, and I kissed her, swallowing the scream as she came.
I gathered her to me, and we curled up on the couch.
"I guess this couch has seen some shit," she said. "Should probably flip the cushions."
"Just burn down the tiny house," I told her, nibbling her ear. "I don't want you nomadizing off anywhere. This is your home. Stay here."
"Okay," she said, eyes half closed, her breath slightly cooling my skin. "I'll stay."
* * *
Josie didn't seemlike she was having second thoughts the next day. She smiled at me when she sat down in the car, turning around in her seat to poke at Henry.
"Now that I'm back, we can go have lunch outside!" Josie told him excitedly.
"You're done with the conference?" Henry asked.
"Almost done," Josie said. "There are still a few things I need to wrap up. There are some changes I want the developers to make on the website." As we drove down Main Street to PharmaTech, I saw Payslee and her lawyer walking down the street.
"I don't like them," Henry said defiantly, glaring out the window and kicking at his car seat.
"I don't think anyone likes your mom and her skeezy lawyer," I told him. Josie was ramrod straight in her seat, staring out the window at them as we passed.
"Don't worry," I assured her. "Payslee didn't make a good impression on the social worker last visit. Hunter's pretty confident everything's going to work out."
Josie wiped at her face and said in a faint voice, "Sure."
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Icouldn't believe it. Anke had been meeting with Payslee's attorney? I knew Payslee wanted Henry back for some reason. I would bet my tiny house that it had something to do with Anke.
"What am I going to do?" I asked Willow over the phone. She was still in New York with Marnie. I was holed up in a conference room with a bag of chocolate chips. Things were crashing down around me. I should have come clean about what a dangerous person Anke was when she first reappeared.
"Talk to the FBI," Marnie said firmly, coming on the line. "This is crazy."
"But Mace said he loved me," I told my friends faintly. "I know Mace is going to hate me when he finds out I let Anke mess with his family." I felt sick. I shoved a handful of chocolate chips in my mouth, hoping it would settle my stomach, but it didn't.
"If you care about him," Willow said firmly, "you'll talk to the FBI. If Mace's brothers want you to come do marketing with them in Manhattan, you definitely can't just leave Anke in Harrogate to run whatever scam she has brewing."
"I know," I said, chewing on another handful of chocolate chips. "I'm so stupid," I said, the tears starting to stream down my face. "This is all my fault."
"Nothing's happened yet," Marnie said. "The last time I talked to the FBI agent in charge of the case, he said they were compiling evidence. Just tell him what you know, the people she's come in contact with, and your speculations. They'll sort it out. They're professionals."
"Okay," I said, voice shaky.
When the call ended, I dialed the number for the FBI agent. He seemed interested in talking to me and said he would drive out to Harrogate and meet me in a few hours.
My phone buzzed with a text.
Mace:Lunch?
It came with a picture of Henry holding a drawing of pizza. I smiled and wiped my face.
On the way upstairs to Mace's office, I heard a familiar laugh. Anke. I looked around wildly then found her in one of the conference rooms. Adrian was with her.
