Smoke And Ashes

“Not yet.”

Kevin’s breath caught in his throat as Heather made her way out of the back door of the Millers’ house with Brittany close at her heels. He couldn’t help notice she’d changed clothes. A pink miniskirt now hugged the round arch of Heather’s hips and she wore a white shirt with a cut so deep that it exposed her navel. For a moment, everything and everyone at the block party went silent. The only sound was the lapping of the pool.

Lawrence said something, but Kevin couldn’t make out his words.

She was so beautiful standing there with curves he never knew she had. The wind fingered the edge of the V-neck top, exposing the roundness of each of her breasts.

What would it be like to kiss that skin—that gorgeous, fresh skin? His mouth watered as he imagined running his lips over her body.

“Kevin, you there?”

“Huh?”

He tried to look away.

“Are you listening?”

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“I said let me know if you need anything.”

“Sounds great. I gotta run,” Kevin said, forcing himself to stop staring.

The woman was his neighbor. She was married. No matter how badly he wanted her, she was off-limits.

Chapter Five (#ulink_a741a56d-c331-590b-87ff-ff0644f83f1a)

Her mind swam in the relaxing surf of her second margarita. The world around her had mellowed; there were no more harsh whispers or judging stares. Just a hot pink miniskirt and Brittany by her side.

“You have this,” Brittany whispered.

“You think he cares?”

Brittany rolled her eyes. “David’s going to eat this up. You look beautiful.”

Heather reached down and tried to inch the skirt lower. David always gawked at the women who wore this type of thing. Hopefully he’d be just as happy to see her in such an outfit.

“Here he comes.” Brittany nodded toward David, who was staring wide-eyed at her. “I told you this would get his attention. From the looks of things, you got everyone else’s, as well. I wish I got that kind of reaction.” She giggled and gave Heather a quick side hug and then walked away. David strode over.

“What in the hell, Heather?” he seethed through a smile of gritted teeth. He grabbed her by the back of the arm and moved her so their faces were concealed.

She looked back over her shoulder. Every adult was staring at them—even Kevin. His mouth was open, as if he wanted to say something, but she quickly looked away.

“Don’t I look nice?” she said loudly, hoping David would catch the hint that they were on display.

“You look great,” he said, but the way his fingers dug into her soft flesh said exactly the opposite.

He turned and nodded toward Nathan. “Thanks for dinner. We have to be going.”

Nathan nodded and waved with a paper umbrella in his hand.

“What in the hell do you think you’re wearing?” David dragged her out of the gate and toward his Porsche.

“You’re hurting me. Please, let go,” she said, her drink-slowed words coming out of her lips as though they were coming from someone else, someone bolder.

“I’m hurting you? Do you know how much you just embarrassed me?”

He’d been embarrassing her for years—when he hadn’t shown up to dinner dates, when he had forgotten to come home at night and when he had called her names in front of their friends. Now he was telling her she was embarrassing him?

It might have been the margaritas, but she couldn’t even look at him.

He pushed her into the passenger seat of his coupe and then went to his side and got in.

“You’re such a slut.”

A feeling of sickness rose in her throat.

“I’m not a slut,” she said under her breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” She swallowed back the urge to vomit.

“Did you think Andrew would be there? Were you parading yourself for him?” He looked her up and down. “He can do better.”

“I don’t know how to prove to you that I’ve never cheated.”

The road buzzed by. “So you’re a liar and a whore? Real classy. I married you to be a pure wife and a wholesome mother. First you couldn’t give me the children I wanted, and now you’re a cheater. There’s no reason to keep you in my life.”

“I...” She tried to swallow the sickness back, but it was no use. She threw her hands over her mouth. She tried to tell him to pull over, but it was too late. She was sick all over his black dashboard.

He’d never forgive her. He loved the car more than anything, and definitely more than her.

“What the hell!” He pulled the car to the side of the road. He reached across her and opened the door. “Get out! I’m never going to be able to get your stench out of the leather.”

They were only a few houses away from theirs, but distance didn’t matter... She was sick. If he’d been sick, she would have spent the rest of the day being the dutiful wife her mother had taught her to be. Yet he cared so little, he was kicking her out on the side of the road.

“I can’t believe you, David.”

“Get. Out.” His fingers tightened on the steering wheel.

She grabbed her purse and stepped out of the car. He slammed the door and sped away with a spray of gravel.

Once again, she was alone, just as she had been as a child when her parents had fought. Sometimes it frightened her how much David reminded her of her father. They were cut from the same cloth, constantly berating and putting down their wives—and this time, instead of her mother, it was Heather being demeaned.

David stopped at their house. He didn’t pull the car into the garage; instead he got out and walked in through the front door.

What would happen if she didn’t go home?