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  When I looked back at Rick, he gave me that maddening little smirk of his, then disappeared around the aisle.

  “Honey, what happened?” Terry asked.

  “Rick.”

  “That guy from your office?”

  I nodded, pointing down the aisle.

  Eyes narrowed, he dashed after Rick and disappeared around the aisle as well.

  I wasn’t sure whether I wanted Terry to catch Rick or not. This time, Rick would be prepared and Terry could be hurt.

  But why was Rick in my local supermarket? I thought of a hundred different possibilities. Rick had been shopping and was as surprised to see us as we were to see him. But, if he were shopping, where was his cart? I hadn’t seen one. And he didn’t live in the area—at least he didn’t used to live here. Could he have moved? Somehow I didn’t think so. But I didn’t like the alternative—that he might have followed us to the grocery store. But he couldn’t have done that; it would mean he’d been watching us. For how long? Oh, that was preposterous. He wouldn’t waste time following Terry and me.

  Would he?

  I pushed the cart in the direction that Terry had gone but he was nowhere in sight. Finally, heart thudding, I went back to the produce section and waited. A few moments later, he appeared.

  “Did he come back this way?”

  “No, I haven’t seen him. Maybe he’s left the store.”

  “I’ll see.” Terry sprinted to the front of the store.

  When I reached the front, he’d already been outside and was walking back through the sliding glass doors.

  “No sign of him,” he said, breathing so hard that I knew he’d been running. “Are you sure it was him?”

  “It was Rick. He was watching us.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Once out of the supermarket, we loaded the groceries into Terry’s Lexus, searched the parking lot, then cruised a couple of side streets looking for Rick’s red sports car. Not finding it, Terry made a u-turn on Oak Glen Canyon Road and headed for home.

  “He’s gone, honey,” he said. “He could’ve been visiting someone in the area and just happened to stop in at Von’s. You might never see him again.”

  “I hope you’re right.” Still, I scanned each street we passed for Rick’s car. “It makes me feel uneasy to think he might be lurking around.”

  “Why would he be lurking? You two didn’t have a thing, did you?”

  “Of course not! I’m probably the only woman who didn’t simper all over him.”

  I told Terry about how Mac’s illness had begun to progress just about the time Rick started at the office. “Normally I like to welcome newcomers, but he started about the time Mac’s medical bills were piling up and I was too busy trying to make enough money to pay them. He wasn’t ignored, though. He was so good-looking that all the women simpered over him.”

  I told him about that hateful day at the office when Rick and I’d had words.

  “It’s his ego, then.” Terry was silent a few moments but the expression on his face told me he was deep in thought.

  Ahead, crosswalk and sidewalk construction squeezed traffic into one lane on Yucaipa Boulevard near the newer city hall, and the line of cars stretched almost a city block, so Terry meandered over to Oak Glen Road.

  Even with the economy’s downswing, Yucaipa was still growing, improving. Perhaps it was partially because of the altitude. At almost three-thousand feet, the city didn’t seem to smother under the blanket of smog that the rest of Southern California experienced. Or perhaps it’s because we could shop and do our errands along Yucaipa Boulevard and still have a view of the San Bernardino Mountains. Although some days, especially in the summer, the mountains were covered in haze, other times they stood gloriously magnificent; it made me feel good just to see them.

  Seeing the new housing construction on Oak Glen Boulevard, I thought of the office and felt guilty because I hadn’t been in touch with Nina or Ben.

  “I need to get back to work,” I said.

  “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea with Romeo hanging around.”

  “Terry, I have to work.”

  “Why don’t you let me take care of you?”

  “You have enough to handle right now.”

  He pulled onto a side street, stopped the car and turned to me. “Marry me, Lisa. This is not the most romantic time or place, but I want you to know how much I love you.”

  Looking into his gentle loving eyes, I felt thrilled at his proposal, even if we were parked on a side street in the middle of the day.

  “I can take care of us both,” he said, lightly stroking my shoulder, my arm so that every cell in my body paid attention. There was no sexual meaning to his touch, and I almost wept with joy at someone wanting simply to touch me.

  “Even with my divorce,” he went on, “I’ll have enough from my pension and investments for us to live comfortably. Don’t forget, I didn’t do much of anything my entire married life. I have a lot of living to catch up on.”

  A part of me wanted to throw my arms around him and say yes without further thought. I knew I loved him as well, but another part of me held back. “What about my condo?”

  “I can move in and take over the payments, or you can sell it and we’ll find our own. We can work that out later.”

  It all made sense and sounded like a dream come true. I could sell the condo, pay back Stan and Maggie and live with Terry. The thought should have made me deliriously happy, but still, there was that nigging doubt, a reluctance to agree.

  “We need to talk. I’ve told you a little about my marriage, the sex part,” I added in a whisper, making Terry grin. “But when we get home, I’ll tell you what happened after he died. Then, maybe later, we’ll talk about us. You should know, though, I’m not ready to marry anyone yet.”

  “Oh, I’m not giving up,” he said, pulling into the driveway east of Bryant Street. He flashed that wicked grin that I loved. “My powers of persuasion are getting better all the time. One thing bothers me, though. I’m going to be worried every time you show a house.”

  I told him about Ben’s pepper spray.

  “Great idea. Let’s get some. How about this afternoon?”

  Laughing, I told him tomorrow was soon enough, especially since I wasn’t planning to show a house anytime soon.

  “Well, I don’t want to neglect this. It’s important.”

  “Yes, dear,” I sing-songed, yet felt happy that someone cared about my well-being.

  After we put the groceries away, I arranged a snack tray with assorted fruit and almond cookies, and made coffee. Terry carried it into the living room and placed it on the coffee table.

  “What happened to your sofa?” he asked, eyeing the empty space that used to hold the sofa. “Having it recovered or something?”

  “Got rid of it.” After getting comfortable in the wing chair closest to the coffee table, I poured coffee for both of us and filled our plates.

  “But you loved that sofa.”

  “I’ve loved a lot things.” Ignoring the sudden moisture in my eyes, I took my time selecting just the right strawberry. They were fascinating, such a rough texture to the touch and so sweet inside. I took a bite and sweet, pulpy juice flooded my mouth. I handed one to Terry.

  He popped it into his mouth. “Delicious. Now, tell me about the sofa. Something’s bothering you and I don’t think it’s simply that idiot from your office. I know you were recently widowed, and that’s a terrible thing to have to adjust to. But there’s more, isn’t there.”

  It was going to be difficult to get used to his sensitivity to my moods. Not that I minded. Mac never gave a passing thought to whatever I was feeling. And it had to be said sometime so it might as well be now.

  “It’s a long, sordid story,” I told him, “so you might as well get comfortable.”

  After he was settled with his coffee and snack plate, I told him about Jenna and her son, starting from when I first received the notice about Mac’s postal box. T
hen I told him about Stan & Maggie.

  “Oh my God, honey,” he said, “I’m so sorry.”

  “I can’t even say which was the worst. They all hurt like hell.”

  Terry set his cup down and opened his arms. “Come here.” Without giving it a second thought, I settled on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and draping my legs over the chair’s arm. Terry held me, and, even though I wasn’t crying, he crooned to me.

  “I’m so sorry you had to go through that,” he said in a quiet, almost whispering tone. “You didn’t deserve that kind of treatment from any of them. That was so terrible for you. I wish I could have been there for you.” On and on he talked in that soft voice, loving me, supporting me with words, holding me close. I felt comforted by his arms, his voice.

  “I lost everything,” I told him, burrowing my head in his neck, that nice warm spot between his shoulder and his chin. “Even my home is mortgaged. Jenna has everything that belonged to me...even my best friends.”

  “She doesn’t have me.” Terry’s arms tightened and he rocked us on that chair. “It’s okay, honey, I love you and I’ll take care of you. Don’t even think about them. We’ll make a new life and have each other...that’s all that’s important....”

  Lying back in his arms, I felt comforted and realized how cold my marriage had truly been. Was I the cause? If I had been, could I fault Mac for seeking some warmth?

  Yet something just didn’t seem right. I might not have been the best wife, but hadn’t I deserved something more than total betrayal? Jenna was living comfortably while I struggled to pay, once again, for my home. I couldn’t even be sure I could buy groceries. Outrage still bubbled beneath the hurt. It just wasn’t fair.

  “I wonder if I could get anything back.” I sat up. “Do you think it would be worth trying?”

  “I can’t say, honey.” Terry kissed my forehead. “That’s something you have to decide. But you might have a chance. I think an investigation into bank accounts and transfers could prove your husband gave her the money, and you might be able to sue for the house title. Maybe even go after anything she has left in the bank.”

  “She probably has some left for her son’s education.”

  “It’s your husband’s son, too, you know.”

  Everything in me tightened. I didn’t want to think about Jenna’s son, living proof that Mac had been unfaithful. If he’d been so unhappy, why hadn’t he asked for a divorce? While I would’ve been crushed, it would have been honest and open and I would have adjusted. I’d discovered the human body and psyche could adapt to a number of blows. Perhaps I could have found another life as well.

  And Jenna. She had known Mac was married, so what did that make her? Having a child didn’t automatically elevate her to sainthood, deserving everything I’d worked for.

  I sat up. “I’m not ready to talk about Marsh.”

  “Honey, it’s not his fault his father was an adulterer. Like it or not, you’re connected to that child.”

  “Well, I don’t like it. I still have to tell my daughter she has a half-brother and I’m not looking forward to that. She adored her father, so she’s just going to wind up blaming me.”

  “Maybe you need to give her a little more credit.”

  “I wish I could, but I’ve had too many years of feeling her resentment. Of what, exactly, I don’t even know, except she, along with her father, used to make fun of me. I guess it became a habit.”

  “What are you saying? Your husband made fun of you in front of your daughter?”

  I told him about the Father’s Day celebration and other times they teased me.

  “If your husband did that, then that explains her attitude. She saw her father exhibit a lack of respect to you so she adopted the same way of thinking. She loves you, I’m sure, but probably didn’t learn to value you as a woman or mother.”

  Of course! Open-mouthed, I stared at Terry. Now that he had said it aloud, it seemed so obvious, so simple. Mac had been unhappy with me, but instead of leaving me, he constantly jabbed at me with barbs and criticisms. Shanna took her cues from her father and adopted his feelings. If only I’d seen that years ago.

  “Actually,” Terry continued, “I’m wondering why you married him. Or stayed married.”

  I thought about it, and while I hated to admit I’d fallen for a concept rather than a man, I wanted to be honest, especially with myself.

  “He came along at a difficult time in my life,” I said, “and offered a home, a steady paycheck, and a chance for my own family. It was like a fairy tale come true, and I thought I loved him. Now I’m not so sure. We had a good life, or so I thought, and a nice home.”

  “You’re not the only young woman to have fallen for something other than the man. I did the same thing in reverse.” We both fell silent. After a few moments, still holding me, Terry asked if I’d decided whether or not I was going to try and get anything back from Jenna. “Actually, I’d much rather you forgot all that and just travel with me. Let’s talk about that Caribbean cruise.”

  “I can’t go off traipsing around the country with you. My life is upside down, my finances are a mess, and besides, I’ve only been widowed a short time.”

  “Does it matter how long you’ve been widowed? Isn’t it about time you started living?”

  It sounded heavenly, but first, too many things had to be resolved. “My house....”

  “You can sell it or better yet, rent it out. While we’re seeing the world, your house will grow in equity, then you can sell or refinance, pay off your bills and still have some left.”

  “But Terry,” I said, sitting up, “I still have to make payments to Stan and Maggie.”

  “Let me think on that one. We’ll figure something out.”

  “I’m just not sure. After everything that’s happened, I need to feel I can take care of myself.”

  “You already know you can support yourself. I’m just asking that you delay it a little so we can spend time together. If I had a lifetime, it would be different but you know I just have a few short years.”

  I would love to just forget everything and go with Terry. What a marvelous life, traveling, seeing the world with him, making love whenever we wished. But I felt a reluctance to do so.

  After marrying Mac, I slowly began to depend on him more and more, losing that part of myself that felt confident I could survive alone. I needed to get that back. It suddenly struck me that perhaps my mother had felt the same way. Perhaps my stepfather had slowly taken her self-worth away, but by the time she realized it, she had become so dependent on him that it was too late.

  “Let me help you make up your mind.” He leaned down and kissed me. I kissed him back, and he tugged on my top, pulling it over my head. I raised my arms to help him. Then he slid his arms around me, and with a flick of his fingers, he unhooked my bra. Still holding me, he stood and carried me to the bedroom.

  ***

  An hour later, Terry groaned and flopped onto his back. I curled up next to him, my head on his shoulder, my body tingling with satisfaction. Playfully, I leaned over and nipped Terry’s nipple with my teeth.

  “Good God, woman, aren’t you ever satisfied? I’m gonna need vitamins.”

  I laughed and played with his penis, lifting it up, then letting go and watching as it flopped back down. It was astounding, but after twenty-five years of marriage, I was just now learning about the male body.

  Terry folded his arms behind his head and watched.

  After a while, I curled my hand around his penis and it immediately hardened.

  “Amazing,” I said. I squeezed, and it hardened even more.

  Terry groaned. “I’m not sure I can go another round so soon.”

  “Oh, you’re safe. I just want to see.” I concentrated on his penis, watching his reaction when I squeezed and let go. “Show me what feels good.”

  “It all feels good.” His voice sounded strained. I glanced up and saw beads of sweat on his forehead.

  “
Show me. I want to learn what pleases you.”

  He reached down, covered my hand with his, and began a slow pumping motion. His penis swelled and his thighs stiffened. He made little groaning sounds and I sped up the motion. With my other hand, I reached down and caressed his testicles. This time Terry clutched the sheet with both hands.

  As I watched, a drop of fluid appeared on the head of his penis. Leaning down, I crouched over him and stuck out my tongue, tasting the salty liquid. Making a sound as if he were dying, Terry nearly jolted off the bed. I smiled again. If my tongue affected him so much, I wondered how he’d react to my mouth. My left hand still curled around him, I leaned down and took him in my mouth, a little at a time. He made so much noise I thought he was having a heart attack. But I didn’t stop. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing, but I tried to mimic the x-rated movies I’d seen years ago, bobbing my head, and alternating a licking and sucking motion, similar to what he’d done for me.

  It seemed like just a few seconds, but soon he whispered urgently that if I didn’t want him coming into my mouth, I’d better immediately pull away. But I wanted to taste him so I didn’t move. Soon, he flooded my mouth. I stayed with him until he quieted, then I used a tissue from the beside table. Maybe next time I’d try swallowing.

  Lying beside Terry, I felt so smug that I’m sure I was grinning like the Cheshire cat from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. Propping my head in my hand and watching, I calmly waited until he began to breathe a little more normally.

  “I’m hungry,” I finally said. “Want a snack?”

  “Lord above, woman. I need something. You’re gonna kill me.”

  Laughing, I rolled out of bed. Always, in my married life, I kept my robe by my side of the bed so I could slip into it immediately after sex. I wasn’t exactly ashamed of my body, but since I knew I was lacking, I didn’t show it off. Now, I stood nude and leisurely made for the bathroom.