"How comforting. I don't like being followed."
He shrugged, his face registering a total lack of care for what I liked or didn't like.
I narrowed my eyes. "Have you been following me since the explosion, or did you start earlier?" My heart raced at the potential implications.
He smiled and started to roll up the window, his tone sarcastic. "I'm sorry about Jon. It's quite a tragedy. I heard the funeral is tomorrow. Can't wait to hear your speech."
"Do you know something?" I asked.
"I know you've been lying."
Chapter Twelve
Expect the Unexpected
TWO MONTHS AGO
"YOU'RE IMPROVING," JON said as I hit the ball across the green.
"Thanks. It's coming back to me slowly. Things my dad taught me."
He took his turn and we walked to our balls. "Did you come to a decision regarding your dilemma?"
"Which one?" he asked, brushing a clump of dirt from his shoe after stepping in a divot.
"The one you asked me about at the barbecue."
"Yes, I chose to keep it buried," he said.
"Care to tell me this secret?"
He smirked. "Like I said, I chose to keep it buried." He hit the golf ball, looking lost in thought. "Sometimes the past is just the past. Sometimes it should have no effect on the present."
He looked across the fairway as if he saw something that disturbed him, then turned to me, frowning. "I'm sorry, I have to make a call. Can you grab us some food, please, and I'll meet up with you?" Before waiting for me to answer, he walked away while pulling out his cell phone.
I headed back to the club house, lugging our golf clubs with me and dropping them by a table in the dining room. After a server took my order, I went in search of a bathroom.
After I wandered around for several minutes, a woman in blue approached me. "Need any help?" she asked.
"Do you know where the bathroom is?"
"Sure," she said, sticking out her hand. "I'm Molly." Her hazel eyes crinkled when she smiled and I liked her immediately. She had a kind face framed by dark blond wavy hair held back by a clip.
I shook her hand and smiled. "Catelyn. Nice to meet you."
She turned down a hall and I walked with her as she patted her pregnant stomach and laughed. "I have to use the bathroom every fifteen minutes it seems, so it's the first thing I discover when I go someplace."
"How far along are you?"
She laid a hand on her stomach. "Five months. So, you're a golfer?"
It was my turn to laugh. "Not exactly. I used to golf with my dad and find it brings back good memories, if not much skill."
"My dad loved golf," Molly said. "He taught me to play as a child. I actually almost went pro at one point."
"What happened?"
She shrugged petite shoulders. "I didn't try hard enough. Didn't want it badly enough. Then my father passed away and I stopped playing for a long time. I'm an assistant in a hospital now and studying to be a nurse. This time, I won't give up. After all, I have two of us to think about now."
We had reached the bathroom but stood in front of the door talking.
"What do you do for a living?" Molly asked.
Not wanting to talk about my job as phone sex operator, I told a partial truth. "I study law at Harvard."
"Is that how you know Jon?" She asked. "I noticed you playing golf with him earlier."
"Kind of. Actually, he's about to become my brother-in-law. I'm engaged to his brother. So, you know Jon as well?" It probably shouldn't surprise me that in a country club like this Jon would be well-known.
Molly smiled, her dimpled cheek standing out. "Yes. I'm carrying his child."
Chapter Thirteen
The Funeral
PRESENT DAY
THE DAVENPORTS DIDN'T waste a minute scheduling the funeral once Jon's body was released. I gave Ash space that morning, or I tried to.
He didn't want space. He wanted me.
We only had an hour before we had to be at the funeral when he threw me to the bed after my shower.
I pushed at his chest. "I have to get ready."
He didn't say a word, just dipped his head to my chest and sucked on my nipple while his hands explored my body, his fingers landing between my legs.
My body responded instantly.
I turned around, raising my ass for him and he groaned, ramming his cock into me hard, deep and fast.
There are times when we make love and it's slow and sweet and magical.
This wasn't one of those times, and that was fine by me.