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my hips, lifting my hand from his groin. The same as Palmer pulling me off him only hours earlier.
    I fumbled backward. “I’m sorry.”
    He made me look at him. “Don’t you ever apologize for that . ” He laughed shortly. “It’s either stop now, or don’t stop, all night.”
    “Oh!”
    “Yeah.”
    He didn’t let an inch of space separate our bodies while we hugged. “You’ve had too much to drink.”– Please, whiskey, wine...Yeah, suddenly I did feel a little dizzy– “ I’ll call my car company.”
    “Car company?”
    He watched me with a quirk of well-kissed lips as understanding dawned. Right, of course he’d have a chauffeur service under the banner of Radaman-Slaughter.
    “Junior will be here in five.”
    “Junior?”
    “Junior’s my most trusted driver, darlin’.” He fell into the southern boy patois. “Known him since he was no more than a youngun collectin’ oysters on the shoals at McClellanville.”
    “Ah, yes, there’s always a Junior.” I pressed my lips to his. “And usually a Bubba too.”
    “That’s the truth. I’d take you myself, but–”
    “That’s not a good idea.”
    Outside, he boosted me into a Land Rover next to the pleasant-looking young Junior.
    Reardon’s breath shivered far too close to my mouth as he said goodbye. “I’ll see you Thursday. Bring an overnight bag and a bathing suit and tell…” His eyes screwed up. “ Him you have a business trip.”
    “Bathin’ suit, huh? Maybe I prefer skinny dipping.”
    He kissed me lightly, closing the door. Rapping on the tinted glass, he motioned me to roll the window down. “Text me when you get home, darlin’.”
    My smile was huge. “I would, but my phone’s six years old, and I’m not sure how to text, baby.”
     

 
    Chapter 5
    Full Disclosure
     
    By the time I rendezvoused with Reardon for our getaway, my heart was sore from a whole new heaping of hurt between Palmer and me.
    When I asked him to get my suitcase from the crawlspace situated over the eaves of the house–the stuffy room piled with boxes of tiny, tissue-paper wrapped clothing, all brand new, all washed in preparation–the same pain squeezing my heart saturated his eyes in sadness. His Adam’s apple bobbed, his shoulders sagging even more.
    He slid back the latch on the door, and I caught his arm. “I’ll do it. I shouldn’t have asked.”
    He yanked away from me. “I got it, Shay.”
    My heart banged the entire time he was in there, shutting out any noise he made shuffling the latest boxes to reach the luggage at the back.
    I grabbed the suitcase, then his hand, helping him to his feet. “Thank you.”
    “Welcome.” He sidled past me, using a handkerchief to sweep up sweat or tears, or both.
    Before I left the room, I looked out the window at my garden. It was so tranquil out there, the flowers nodding softly, the statuette glistening with dew and sun. So unlike the gloominess inside our house.
    Packing for my trip with the beau-boss posed other problems, silly ones easily remedied by a trip to The Drugstore. But that meant running the gauntlet with Addy.
    I’d crept to the lunch counter, trying to maintain a low profile. “Pssst .”
    Addy swatted at a nonexistent housefly.
    “Damn it, Adelaide!” I shouted.
    Her hand thumped to her chest. “Lawd A’mighty, Miss Shay, y’all like to give me an attack of the angina! What are ya doin’ skulking around like dat?”
    I leaned close. “I got some purchases to make.”
    “What’s that, girl? Purchases?” Her bosom rose with a deep breath, much like her eyebrows did.
    I slid several colorful boxes across the counter, keeping them under the cover of my hand.
    She snaked the boxes away, squinting at them before smiling broadly. “Fine choice of lady’s lube, yes ma’am!” Her voice boomed out over the store’s four aisles, aided by the unnecessary mic situated directly under her mouth.
    A few people in the lunch crowd gave low whistles. One mom clapped her hands