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Authors: Julie Compton
Tags: Fiction, thriller, Suspense, Psychological fiction, legal thriller, Murder, Adultery, st louis, Death Penalty, attorney, Public Prosecutors, family drama, Prosecutor
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hand and a stegosaurus in the other, and he had them engaged in some sort of combat. Jack stood in the doorway and watched him a bit before announcing his presence.
"Hey, buddy."
"Daddy!" Jamie shot up and hugged Jack's legs. Jack squatted to give him a real hug and kiss. Jamie looked at Jack hopefully. "Come on, play animals with me."
"Are you kidding? That's why I came up here. On my way home from work today, all I could think about was getting here so we could play animals together."
Jamie tilted his head in serious thought about what Jack had said, and then, eyes wide, he broke into a large grin. He grabbed Jack's hand and tugged him into the center of the room.
Jack lay on his side next to the line of animals and asked Jamie to choose which animals he wanted him to be; Jamie handed him a brontosaurus and a bear. As they played on the floor together, Jack felt his eyelids getting heavy and he kept dozing off. Jamie jumped on Jack to rouse him, which worked a few times, but he gave up eventually and resumed playing alone. Jack heard Claire calling up to them once or twice, but he couldn't summon the energy to answer her. He eventually rolled over onto his stomach and gave in completely to the exhaustion. At some point he felt Claire touching his shoulder; he stood, half asleep, looked around the now dark room, and saw Jamie asleep in his bed.
"What time is it?" he asked Claire as she led him out of the room.
"After ten."
Damn, he'd missed seeing Michael for two nights in a row.
"What about dinner?" he muttered, falling backward onto their bed. She'd already pulled the covers down for him.
"We saved you some. You can have it for breakfast."
She laughed at him, but he didn't mind. He closed his eyes. She pulled off his shoes and removed his tie. She unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way but didn't bother trying to get it off. He felt the palm of her hand on his cheek. He opened his eyes and looked at her in the dark as she caressed his face.
"You've got to start sleeping in your own bed, Jack."
Sweet Claire. He felt then that everything would be okay.
On Monday morning, the racket from angrily chirping birds outside the open window woke Jack at quarter to six. The approaching dawn crept through the thin line of space between the shade and the window frame, and in the faint light he watched Claire's face as she slept. He wondered if she'd want to make love. She usually liked to in the morning. She'd once told him, in a particularly blunt admission, that the sensation of a full bladder heightened her body's sensitivity during sex. He'd laughed, but something about the fact that she'd even admitted it excited him.
Now he reached up, pulled the rubber band out of the end of her braid, and spread apart the plaited strands. He gently rubbed her temple with his thumb.
She opened her eyes and rolled over to face him better. "Morning."
"Hi."
"It's early."
He looked to the window. "I was going to run."
"Too bad." Yeah, she wanted to.
He traced his finger down her arm. When he reached her hand, he picked it up, turned it over, and then, like a palm reader, lightly caressed it.
"I'm in no hurry." He lifted the blanket and sheet, pulling it down a bit to expose the top half of her naked body. He placed his hand on her warm belly.
"Claire?"
"Hmm?"
"You know I love you."
A small smile. "I know."
Pushing the covers down farther as he went, he slid his hand over her hip and then to her inner thigh. He stayed there a minute, teasing her, then climbed over her and lay down on the other side of the bed, using his foot to push the covers off completely. He kissed her, and as he began to run his hands over her body, all he could think about was that he needed to do this; he'd needed to do this so badly since Thursday night. He needed to get back to wherever they'd been before that night, and this was the only way he knew how.
He felt that she sensed his desperation, and even though she couldn't know its
"Hey, buddy."
"Daddy!" Jamie shot up and hugged Jack's legs. Jack squatted to give him a real hug and kiss. Jamie looked at Jack hopefully. "Come on, play animals with me."
"Are you kidding? That's why I came up here. On my way home from work today, all I could think about was getting here so we could play animals together."
Jamie tilted his head in serious thought about what Jack had said, and then, eyes wide, he broke into a large grin. He grabbed Jack's hand and tugged him into the center of the room.
Jack lay on his side next to the line of animals and asked Jamie to choose which animals he wanted him to be; Jamie handed him a brontosaurus and a bear. As they played on the floor together, Jack felt his eyelids getting heavy and he kept dozing off. Jamie jumped on Jack to rouse him, which worked a few times, but he gave up eventually and resumed playing alone. Jack heard Claire calling up to them once or twice, but he couldn't summon the energy to answer her. He eventually rolled over onto his stomach and gave in completely to the exhaustion. At some point he felt Claire touching his shoulder; he stood, half asleep, looked around the now dark room, and saw Jamie asleep in his bed.
"What time is it?" he asked Claire as she led him out of the room.
"After ten."
Damn, he'd missed seeing Michael for two nights in a row.
"What about dinner?" he muttered, falling backward onto their bed. She'd already pulled the covers down for him.
"We saved you some. You can have it for breakfast."
She laughed at him, but he didn't mind. He closed his eyes. She pulled off his shoes and removed his tie. She unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way but didn't bother trying to get it off. He felt the palm of her hand on his cheek. He opened his eyes and looked at her in the dark as she caressed his face.
"You've got to start sleeping in your own bed, Jack."
Sweet Claire. He felt then that everything would be okay.
On Monday morning, the racket from angrily chirping birds outside the open window woke Jack at quarter to six. The approaching dawn crept through the thin line of space between the shade and the window frame, and in the faint light he watched Claire's face as she slept. He wondered if she'd want to make love. She usually liked to in the morning. She'd once told him, in a particularly blunt admission, that the sensation of a full bladder heightened her body's sensitivity during sex. He'd laughed, but something about the fact that she'd even admitted it excited him.
Now he reached up, pulled the rubber band out of the end of her braid, and spread apart the plaited strands. He gently rubbed her temple with his thumb.
She opened her eyes and rolled over to face him better. "Morning."
"Hi."
"It's early."
He looked to the window. "I was going to run."
"Too bad." Yeah, she wanted to.
He traced his finger down her arm. When he reached her hand, he picked it up, turned it over, and then, like a palm reader, lightly caressed it.
"I'm in no hurry." He lifted the blanket and sheet, pulling it down a bit to expose the top half of her naked body. He placed his hand on her warm belly.
"Claire?"
"Hmm?"
"You know I love you."
A small smile. "I know."
Pushing the covers down farther as he went, he slid his hand over her hip and then to her inner thigh. He stayed there a minute, teasing her, then climbed over her and lay down on the other side of the bed, using his foot to push the covers off completely. He kissed her, and as he began to run his hands over her body, all he could think about was that he needed to do this; he'd needed to do this so badly since Thursday night. He needed to get back to wherever they'd been before that night, and this was the only way he knew how.
He felt that she sensed his desperation, and even though she couldn't know its
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