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tears trailed down her face.
"It was my fault , " Kit whispered. Cole instantly swept Kit into his arms and held her head against his chest, gently stroking her hair.
"No, Kit. It wasn't your fault. Life just takes these unexpected turns when we least expect it. When I met Connie, we never con sidered our affair to be a life- altering event. Yet it was. My entire life's course was changed from that moment. Your father never thought allowing his life insurance to lapse would make a significant difference in his life. And people stop every day to buy milk from convenience stores and nothing changes in their lives."
"Why is it I always seem to cry when you're around?" Kit asked with a weary smile as Cole gently dried her tears with the back of his hand.
"I guess I just bring out the best in people." Cole grinned before placing a chaste kiss on Kit's lips. Sarah and Megan began calling for K it's help, interrupting the intimate discussion.
Chapter Eleven
During a one-week span, Kit found it necessary to transfer five thousand dollars from her savings account to her checking account, and already the money was gone. Finally, Kit landed a consulting job, her first since the humiliating experience at After Sundown. It is about time , she thought. By mid-October, she found two more consulting jobs. The days grew shorter, with less time for herself, yet she was grateful for the work.
While the girls were in school , Kit focused on her freelance jobs . On weekends, she ran errands and did the grocery shopping. La t e at night, while Sarah slept, Kit cleaned house , did laundry and tackled her bookkeeping.
Kit's hectic lifestyle was not the source of her mounting stress. Cole Taylor was solely responsible. A friendship of sorts blossomed between Cole and Kit. Each nigh t, Cole found himself spending about a half an hour at Kit's, when picking up his daughter. The friendship did not discourage Cole's subtle ongoing campaign to get Kit into his bed.
One evening, when Cole came to pick up Megan, Kit was struggling to remove a splinter from her foot. Cole insisted on helping, and soon the two were sitting on the couch in the den , with Kit’s foot propped up on his lap. Megan and Sarah were upstairs, playing with their Barbie dolls.
“This should teach you not to run around barefoot on your wood deck, ” Cole scolded, as he positioned the tweezers at just the right angle and took hold of the splinter’s end. With one quick motion, he pulled the splinter from her foot. Cole set the tweezers and the splinter on the coffee table, and began massaging the injured area. Kit wiggled her toes, but she did not move her foot from his lap, taking the moment to enjoy the impromptu foot massage.
"When are you getting a new couch for your living room?" Cole asked as he gently rubbed her foot.
"When I win the lottery ," Kit murmured, closing her eyes and wiggling her toes.
"I could loan you the mone y, " Cole offered, his eyes focused on her foot.
"Thanks, but I have my saving s, " Kit told him, her eyes still closed.
"That's what you keep saying. Do you ever add to that savings, or do you only make withdrawals?"
“ Boy, you’re nosey,” Kit told him as she jerked h er foot from his grasp. Before he could respond, she quickly put her other foot on his lap and wiggled its toes. When Cole looked at her curiously, she said, “ Well, you can’t rub just one; it will make me feel all unbalanced.” Cole laughed and began rubbing her foot.
“I hope these are clean,” he chuckled, applying a bit more pressure to the second foot, than he had the first.
“Are they stinky?” Kit asked with a mischievous grin. To her surprise , he leaned over and gave her toe a quick sniff.
“No, they smell quite delicious. I’m tempted to nibble your toes.”
“Foot fetish?” Kit asked with a raised brow.
“Not particularly,” Cole answered , and then ran his hand from her foot to her calf , and under the soft fabric of her jogging
"It was my fault , " Kit whispered. Cole instantly swept Kit into his arms and held her head against his chest, gently stroking her hair.
"No, Kit. It wasn't your fault. Life just takes these unexpected turns when we least expect it. When I met Connie, we never con sidered our affair to be a life- altering event. Yet it was. My entire life's course was changed from that moment. Your father never thought allowing his life insurance to lapse would make a significant difference in his life. And people stop every day to buy milk from convenience stores and nothing changes in their lives."
"Why is it I always seem to cry when you're around?" Kit asked with a weary smile as Cole gently dried her tears with the back of his hand.
"I guess I just bring out the best in people." Cole grinned before placing a chaste kiss on Kit's lips. Sarah and Megan began calling for K it's help, interrupting the intimate discussion.
Chapter Eleven
During a one-week span, Kit found it necessary to transfer five thousand dollars from her savings account to her checking account, and already the money was gone. Finally, Kit landed a consulting job, her first since the humiliating experience at After Sundown. It is about time , she thought. By mid-October, she found two more consulting jobs. The days grew shorter, with less time for herself, yet she was grateful for the work.
While the girls were in school , Kit focused on her freelance jobs . On weekends, she ran errands and did the grocery shopping. La t e at night, while Sarah slept, Kit cleaned house , did laundry and tackled her bookkeeping.
Kit's hectic lifestyle was not the source of her mounting stress. Cole Taylor was solely responsible. A friendship of sorts blossomed between Cole and Kit. Each nigh t, Cole found himself spending about a half an hour at Kit's, when picking up his daughter. The friendship did not discourage Cole's subtle ongoing campaign to get Kit into his bed.
One evening, when Cole came to pick up Megan, Kit was struggling to remove a splinter from her foot. Cole insisted on helping, and soon the two were sitting on the couch in the den , with Kit’s foot propped up on his lap. Megan and Sarah were upstairs, playing with their Barbie dolls.
“This should teach you not to run around barefoot on your wood deck, ” Cole scolded, as he positioned the tweezers at just the right angle and took hold of the splinter’s end. With one quick motion, he pulled the splinter from her foot. Cole set the tweezers and the splinter on the coffee table, and began massaging the injured area. Kit wiggled her toes, but she did not move her foot from his lap, taking the moment to enjoy the impromptu foot massage.
"When are you getting a new couch for your living room?" Cole asked as he gently rubbed her foot.
"When I win the lottery ," Kit murmured, closing her eyes and wiggling her toes.
"I could loan you the mone y, " Cole offered, his eyes focused on her foot.
"Thanks, but I have my saving s, " Kit told him, her eyes still closed.
"That's what you keep saying. Do you ever add to that savings, or do you only make withdrawals?"
“ Boy, you’re nosey,” Kit told him as she jerked h er foot from his grasp. Before he could respond, she quickly put her other foot on his lap and wiggled its toes. When Cole looked at her curiously, she said, “ Well, you can’t rub just one; it will make me feel all unbalanced.” Cole laughed and began rubbing her foot.
“I hope these are clean,” he chuckled, applying a bit more pressure to the second foot, than he had the first.
“Are they stinky?” Kit asked with a mischievous grin. To her surprise , he leaned over and gave her toe a quick sniff.
“No, they smell quite delicious. I’m tempted to nibble your toes.”
“Foot fetish?” Kit asked with a raised brow.
“Not particularly,” Cole answered , and then ran his hand from her foot to her calf , and under the soft fabric of her jogging
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