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and scooped him right up in her arms,
much to his delight. It was Alex’s turn to roll her eyes when the
pooch shot her a look of pure glee.
“You’re such a ladies’ man,” she accused him, laughing.
“He is just a doll.” Jennifer was as much in her glory as Kinsey
was, evidently.
Alex gave them a few more minutes before playfully interrupt-
ing. “I hate to bust in on your little love fest, but some of us came
here to eat.”
Jennifer laughed a sweet, musical sound that made Alex smile.
She finally put Kinsey down, and unsnapped his leash from his col-
lar. “The queen has spoken,” she whispered to him. “Come on.”
She picked up the bottle of wine off the table where she had placed
it and handed it to Alex. “You can open this.”
Alex followed Jennifer and her dog into the kitchen, unable to
keep her eyes from drifting over the blonde woman’s rear end. She
smiled inwardly, pretending to chide herself for her wandering eyes.
So I love to look at women. Is that so wrong? she thought with a
grin.
Jennifer opened a drawer and handed Alex a corkscrew. As she
set to work on the bottle, Alex let her eyes wander around the room.
She tried hard to keep her gaze neutral, though she was unsure
about her success. It wasn’t often that she was so obviously sur-
rounded by money.
The kitchen was a cook’s dream, which surprised Alex given
how much she knew about—and disliked—Mrs. Cavanaugh. Alex
wasn’t much of a cook, but the modern design of the room wasn’t
lost on her. The appliances were all state of the art, the counter tops
were Corian, the floor was ceramic tile. The color scheme was black
and gray, with all the appliances stainless steel. It had a very profes-
sional, expensive feel to it. She wondered if Jennifer was as good a
cook as her kitchen would have somebody believe, or if it was all
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just for show.
She popped the cork and Jennifer handed her two crystal wine
glasses. As she poured, she said, “You really were very good out
there today.”
Jennifer waved a dismissive hand at the compliment. “I haven’t
played in years.”
“Well, you’d never know it. You were right on the ball, no pun
intended. And you set me right where I like it best.”
“I noticed that.” Jennifer nodded. “We worked well together.”
“Damn right, we did. I haven’t had a teammate set me that
accurately in ages.”
Jennifer held up her glass. “Here’s to a season full of accurate
sets and scorching kills.”
With a smile, Alex touched her glass to Jennifer’s, the crystal
pinging pleasantly. Jennifer held her gaze for several seconds before
releasing her to sip.
“So, what kind of dressing do you like on your salad?”
* * *
“Who would have thought a person could be stuffed to the
point of explosion just from eating salad?” Alex groaned as she
plopped onto the couch.
The question about whether or not Jennifer could cook had
been answered with a resounding yes and then some. The salad had
been overflowing…olives—both black and green, Greek and Span-
ish—cheese, three kinds that Alex counted, cabbage, water chest-
nuts, pine nuts, shredded ham. She made a complete and utter pig
of herself. It was divine.
She sat in the living room on the leather couch, perfectly con-
tent to relax and wait for Jennifer to return from refilling their wine
glasses. She’d never understood the appeal of leather furniture until
that moment. It always seemed unspeakably frivolous to her. Two
thousand dollars for a couch? Are you kidding me? Really, how
much more comfortable can it be than any other fabric? Then she
sat down and she was sure her sigh was quite audible. She had no
trouble at all nestling down into the corner and tucking her shoeless
feet beneath her. The leather wrapped around her like a hug.
“I may never get up from this couch,” she said.
The sun had set and dusk was settling over the lake like a
much to his delight. It was Alex’s turn to roll her eyes when the
pooch shot her a look of pure glee.
“You’re such a ladies’ man,” she accused him, laughing.
“He is just a doll.” Jennifer was as much in her glory as Kinsey
was, evidently.
Alex gave them a few more minutes before playfully interrupt-
ing. “I hate to bust in on your little love fest, but some of us came
here to eat.”
Jennifer laughed a sweet, musical sound that made Alex smile.
She finally put Kinsey down, and unsnapped his leash from his col-
lar. “The queen has spoken,” she whispered to him. “Come on.”
She picked up the bottle of wine off the table where she had placed
it and handed it to Alex. “You can open this.”
Alex followed Jennifer and her dog into the kitchen, unable to
keep her eyes from drifting over the blonde woman’s rear end. She
smiled inwardly, pretending to chide herself for her wandering eyes.
So I love to look at women. Is that so wrong? she thought with a
grin.
Jennifer opened a drawer and handed Alex a corkscrew. As she
set to work on the bottle, Alex let her eyes wander around the room.
She tried hard to keep her gaze neutral, though she was unsure
about her success. It wasn’t often that she was so obviously sur-
rounded by money.
The kitchen was a cook’s dream, which surprised Alex given
how much she knew about—and disliked—Mrs. Cavanaugh. Alex
wasn’t much of a cook, but the modern design of the room wasn’t
lost on her. The appliances were all state of the art, the counter tops
were Corian, the floor was ceramic tile. The color scheme was black
and gray, with all the appliances stainless steel. It had a very profes-
sional, expensive feel to it. She wondered if Jennifer was as good a
cook as her kitchen would have somebody believe, or if it was all
Thy Neighbor’s Wife 39
just for show.
She popped the cork and Jennifer handed her two crystal wine
glasses. As she poured, she said, “You really were very good out
there today.”
Jennifer waved a dismissive hand at the compliment. “I haven’t
played in years.”
“Well, you’d never know it. You were right on the ball, no pun
intended. And you set me right where I like it best.”
“I noticed that.” Jennifer nodded. “We worked well together.”
“Damn right, we did. I haven’t had a teammate set me that
accurately in ages.”
Jennifer held up her glass. “Here’s to a season full of accurate
sets and scorching kills.”
With a smile, Alex touched her glass to Jennifer’s, the crystal
pinging pleasantly. Jennifer held her gaze for several seconds before
releasing her to sip.
“So, what kind of dressing do you like on your salad?”
* * *
“Who would have thought a person could be stuffed to the
point of explosion just from eating salad?” Alex groaned as she
plopped onto the couch.
The question about whether or not Jennifer could cook had
been answered with a resounding yes and then some. The salad had
been overflowing…olives—both black and green, Greek and Span-
ish—cheese, three kinds that Alex counted, cabbage, water chest-
nuts, pine nuts, shredded ham. She made a complete and utter pig
of herself. It was divine.
She sat in the living room on the leather couch, perfectly con-
tent to relax and wait for Jennifer to return from refilling their wine
glasses. She’d never understood the appeal of leather furniture until
that moment. It always seemed unspeakably frivolous to her. Two
thousand dollars for a couch? Are you kidding me? Really, how
much more comfortable can it be than any other fabric? Then she
sat down and she was sure her sigh was quite audible. She had no
trouble at all nestling down into the corner and tucking her shoeless
feet beneath her. The leather wrapped around her like a hug.
“I may never get up from this couch,” she said.
The sun had set and dusk was settling over the lake like a
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