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pushed her hips into the air. He slid his fingers in and
out, taking her entire mound into his mouth to gently
suck. Her orgasm was insane. Only then did he slip
inside her again, holding her close while he thrust in
and out, slowly at first.
Van, please. Watching her face while he made
love to her was like looking into her soul. He d never
tell her how many times he d fantasized about this
when they were in high school. But his fantasies
hadn t done her justice. She was perfect. Absolutely
fucking beautifully perfect.
When he could no longer hold back he let himself
climax, holding her in his arms and wishing he could
spend the rest of his life, right here, with Rowena.
Chapter Fourteen
Rowena answered the door Wednesday afternoon
thinking Toni had mixed up her days, to find Denise
Thompson standing on her front porch holding a
glass baking pan covered with foil. Rowena blinked a
few times, convinced she was hallucinating. Then she
remembered Denise wasn t Denise Thompson
anymore. She was Denise Malcolm, probably here to
see Bobby. Three dark-haired children who were the
spitting image of him hung behind her, their
expressions wary.
Hi, Rowena. I m sorry I haven t come over
sooner to welcome you back home. Can we come in?
Rowena opened the door wide. Of course. Please
be careful where you walk. They re starting to hang
new drywall today, and the cable guy is here, so I
apologize ahead of time for the swearing. He s not
happy with how the crew wired the cable outlets.
Denise stepped into the foyer and looked around.
Oh, that sounds familiar. They want to be the ones to
install them, but you can never get them to come out
and do it. She held out the pan. These are for you.
The kids helped me bake them.
Rowena swallowed hard, studying Denise s face.
She d barely aged since high school. Taking the pan,
she lifted a corner of the foil. The smell of warm
brownies made her stomach rumble. I don t know
what to say, Denise. Thank you.
Well, like I said, I should have come sooner, but
these three keep me pretty busy.
I imagine they do.
Can we go see Daddy? asked the tallest one, a
boy.
Yes, but stay with your sisters and be careful like
Miss Rowena said.
They scurried off and Rowena led Denise to the
kitchen. I have to taste one of these right now. She
opened a drawer and took out a butter knife, willing
her hands to stop shaking. Do you want one, too?
No thanks. I ve been sampling cookie dough and
brownie batter all day.
You made these from scratch? Rowena sat
down and bit into the square she d cut. It was
chocolate heaven.
Sure. It s easy.
Rowena shook her head. Takeout is easy,
Denise. This takes actual talent.
Bobby told me what happened at the Saloon on
his birthday. People like Becca and Tiffany just can t
let anything go. Rowena, I know I treated you like
dirt in school, and I just wanted to say I m sorry.
The brownie slipped from Rowena s hand and
most of it landed on the floor. She looked into
Denise s dark eyes. It was a long time ago. Thank
you. That means a lot to me. But I don t know what
you mean about the Saloon.
Oh, well, Van went there to help celebrate
Bobby s birthday, and Becca and Tiffany you
remember them, right?
Rowena nodded as she scooped the brownie
pieces off the floor and threw them into the sink.
They d be hard to forget, Denise.
Well, they were there, drunk of course, and
apparently said something nasty to Van about you.
Rowena took her seat again and folded her hands
in her lap to stop them from trembling.
Then Van said something to Tiffany and she
slapped him really hard. Bobby said Van refused to
tell them what he said.
Rowena swallowed hard, willing her thoughts
away from the green monster.
Anyway, I just came over to welcome you home
and tell you I m sorry. I was so jealous of you in high
school, Denise blurted.
Are you kidding? Why would you have been
jealous of me?
You were so smart. And you never got involved
in all the nonsense. God, we were so self-absorbed.
You look gorgeous, by the way. I mean that. I ve been
following you in the magazines. Oh, not to gloat or
anything like that. I think what Brett Fontaine did to
you is horrible. But every time your picture was on
the cover I just couldn t believe how beautiful you
were.
Rowena felt the blush creep up her neck. Thank
you. I don t know what to say.
It s OK. I m sure I m the last person you ever
expected to show up here and apologize.
Well no, actually if Cheryl Larson showed up
she d be the last person I d expect.
She moved to Phoenix. Did you know that?
That s far enough away.
Denise frowned. She hurt Van real bad. I m sure
he told you what happened with Coach Templeton.
He did.
Denise glanced around and leaned closer,
lowering her voice. She was cheating on him before
they were married. Bobby tried to warn him, but he
wouldn t believe it.
If sitting in her kitchen eating brownies with
Denise felt surreal, it was nothing compared to the
rush of emotions this revelation ushered in. She
wanted to hate Cheryl all over again, but the image
that floated up instead was the look on Van s face
when he asked if she d known Brett was still married
when she met him. Is that what he thought of her?
Just another cheater?
Rowena put down the brownie. Her appetite was
gone. That s a tough thing to hear. He probably
wasn t ready.
But now he has you. At least, that s the rumor.
Denise s eyes were shining, but not with malice.
She was happy.
We re just taking things slow right now.
Rowena couldn t sit in her kitchen and trade sex
stories with Denise. No way.
What had he said to Tiffany Fuentes in the Saloon
that was so bad she d slapped him?
Denise s children wandered into the kitchen and
eyed the brownie pan. Never mind, she said. We
have cookies at home. Rowena, I ve taken up enough
of your time. Good luck with the cable man.
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