her to go through the nightmare of being falsely accused of Farraday's murder, would they?" Leaning over the back ofBethany's chair, Morgan laid his hands on top of her shoulders.
Bethanyclosed her eyes the moment he touched her, savoring the feel of his strong hands on her body.
"Perhaps if the person who killed Jimmy is someone who cares forBethany, he or she is waiting to see if this case goes to trial," Maxine said.
Bethanyopened her eyes and took a deep breath, then laid her left hand on top of Morgan's right hand that tenderly caressed her shoulder. "Has a date been set yet for the grand jury hearing?" she asked.
"Not yet, but I don't think it'll be much longer." Maxine stared atBethany's hand lying on top of Morgan's. "Our D.A. is in a hurry to make a name for himself."
Bethanypatted Morgan's hand. "If you're finished here, we really need to go. I want to stop by the hospital and see Lisa for a few minutes. Then we need to pick up Anne Marie from Mother's. We promised her that we'd grill steaks and go swimming this evening."
Maxine shook hands with Morgan, then huggedBethanywhen they started to leave. "I'll call you as soon as I know anything."
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Once alone inBethany's Mercedes, Morgan knew he had to ask her two questions. He didn't doubt for a minute that she would answer both questions truthfully.
"Beth?"
She wished he wouldn't use the nickname he'd called her after they'd become intimate all those years ago. When he called her Beth, old feelings resurfaced and threatened to consume her.
"Yes?"
"Did you kill Jimmy Farraday?"
She took her eyes off the highway in front of her for a split second, just long enough to glance quickly at Morgan and see the fear in his eyes. He hadn't believed her capable of murder until he'd realized the reason she'd threatened Jimmy's life. A parent would do anything to protect a child.
"No, Morgan, I didn't kill Jimmy."
Relief washed over him, erasing his doubts, like an ocean tide removing footprints from a sandy beach.
He wouldn't have blamed her if she had killed the sorry SOB, but he was damned glad she hadn't.
He wasn't sure exactly how she'd take his other question, but hell, if she hadn't been offended by his asking if she'd murdered a man, surely she wouldn't get angry over a little personal inquiry.
"Is Seth Renfrew your lover?"
The absurdity of the question burst a damn of pent-up emotions withinBethany. Once she started laughing, she couldn't stop. Sweet, soul-cleansing laughter eased the tension that had been building inside her for endless days.
"I'm sorry…" She giggled. "It's just that…" More giggles. Clasping the steering wheel in one hand, Bethanylifted the other and covered her mouth in an effort to stem her laughter.
"Dammit, what's so funny?"
Gripping the steering wheel with both hands,Bethanystole another glance at Morgan. He glared at her.
"What's so funny? You are," she said. "And I am. The question you asked me is."
"What's so funny about my asking you if Renfrew is yourlover?"
"Seth Renfrew is not now nor has he ever been my lover,"Bethanysaid, suddenly sobering, the smile vanishing from her face. "I've had one husband, with whom I had sex. But I've had only one lover."
Chapter 5
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Stunned by whatBethanytold him, Morgan didn't react immediately. Perhaps he had misunderstood her.
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Surely she didn't mean that she hadn't been with a man since Amery died.
But no, he hadn't misunderstood. That's exactly what she'd meant by her profound statement: "I've had one husband, with whom I had sex. But I've had only one lover." His heartbeat accelerated. The deafening roar of blood pumping through his body throbbed in his ears.
How was it possible that a woman as beautiful and desirable asBethanyhad been celibate for the past twelve years? It didn't make any sense.
Andwhy had shetold him
Bethanyclosed her eyes the moment he touched her, savoring the feel of his strong hands on her body.
"Perhaps if the person who killed Jimmy is someone who cares forBethany, he or she is waiting to see if this case goes to trial," Maxine said.
Bethanyopened her eyes and took a deep breath, then laid her left hand on top of Morgan's right hand that tenderly caressed her shoulder. "Has a date been set yet for the grand jury hearing?" she asked.
"Not yet, but I don't think it'll be much longer." Maxine stared atBethany's hand lying on top of Morgan's. "Our D.A. is in a hurry to make a name for himself."
Bethanypatted Morgan's hand. "If you're finished here, we really need to go. I want to stop by the hospital and see Lisa for a few minutes. Then we need to pick up Anne Marie from Mother's. We promised her that we'd grill steaks and go swimming this evening."
Maxine shook hands with Morgan, then huggedBethanywhen they started to leave. "I'll call you as soon as I know anything."
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Once alone inBethany's Mercedes, Morgan knew he had to ask her two questions. He didn't doubt for a minute that she would answer both questions truthfully.
"Beth?"
She wished he wouldn't use the nickname he'd called her after they'd become intimate all those years ago. When he called her Beth, old feelings resurfaced and threatened to consume her.
"Yes?"
"Did you kill Jimmy Farraday?"
She took her eyes off the highway in front of her for a split second, just long enough to glance quickly at Morgan and see the fear in his eyes. He hadn't believed her capable of murder until he'd realized the reason she'd threatened Jimmy's life. A parent would do anything to protect a child.
"No, Morgan, I didn't kill Jimmy."
Relief washed over him, erasing his doubts, like an ocean tide removing footprints from a sandy beach.
He wouldn't have blamed her if she had killed the sorry SOB, but he was damned glad she hadn't.
He wasn't sure exactly how she'd take his other question, but hell, if she hadn't been offended by his asking if she'd murdered a man, surely she wouldn't get angry over a little personal inquiry.
"Is Seth Renfrew your lover?"
The absurdity of the question burst a damn of pent-up emotions withinBethany. Once she started laughing, she couldn't stop. Sweet, soul-cleansing laughter eased the tension that had been building inside her for endless days.
"I'm sorry…" She giggled. "It's just that…" More giggles. Clasping the steering wheel in one hand, Bethanylifted the other and covered her mouth in an effort to stem her laughter.
"Dammit, what's so funny?"
Gripping the steering wheel with both hands,Bethanystole another glance at Morgan. He glared at her.
"What's so funny? You are," she said. "And I am. The question you asked me is."
"What's so funny about my asking you if Renfrew is yourlover?"
"Seth Renfrew is not now nor has he ever been my lover,"Bethanysaid, suddenly sobering, the smile vanishing from her face. "I've had one husband, with whom I had sex. But I've had only one lover."
Chapter 5
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Stunned by whatBethanytold him, Morgan didn't react immediately. Perhaps he had misunderstood her.
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Surely she didn't mean that she hadn't been with a man since Amery died.
But no, he hadn't misunderstood. That's exactly what she'd meant by her profound statement: "I've had one husband, with whom I had sex. But I've had only one lover." His heartbeat accelerated. The deafening roar of blood pumping through his body throbbed in his ears.
How was it possible that a woman as beautiful and desirable asBethanyhad been celibate for the past twelve years? It didn't make any sense.
Andwhy had shetold him
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