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water circle down the drain.  
    “So much for a perfect Christmas.”
    I knew it would be a challenge, what with all the different
personalities, but I thought maybe, just maybe…  
    But I was wrong.   So, so wrong.
    Cash pulls me to my feet and tugs the rubber band from my
hair.   “As long as you’re here, it’s
already perfect.”
    He finishes undressing me, sprinkling butterfly kisses
across my neck and shoulders.   That
familiar heaviness settles in the lowest part of my belly. Desire.   Hot and moist.   It’s never far from the surface when my
husband is near, even if he’s just quenched my thirst.   My need of him, my want of him knows no limits.
    When I reach for his waist, his erection bumps my
wrist.   He’s ready again.   Always, it seems.   The thought sends a pang of anticipation
shooting through my sex.
    “You know, her mood is already sour. It won’t be any worse
if she has to wait in the car for a few minutes.”
    He raises one brow at me, his lips twitching with
understanding.   “We’d probably be
doing her a favor if we make your mood as sanguine as possible.   And I’m willing to take one for the
team.   You know, pound you into a better state of mind.”
    “If you look at it that way, it’s our duty to do this again.   For her.   For Christmas.”
    “Our duty. For Christmas,” he says.
    I start to respond, but the words are
muffled by his mouth .

 

CHAPTER SIX- CASH

 
    The taste of my wife’s luscious body is still lingering on
my tongue as I make my way to the club’s double front doors. I’m smiling when I
unlock one side.   Even seeing my
mother-in-law’s scrunched up face awaiting me does nothing to ruin my mood.  
    I’d never give this woman a passing thought if it weren’t
for Olivia, but what bothers her bothers me.   And Olivia’s mother bothers her.   A helluva lot.   Tracey never misses the
chance to take shots at Olivia. She’s like a grumpy dog nipping at her
daughter’s heels. I don’t care that she doesn’t approve of me, but being so
vocal about it–and about every other damn thing that she doesn’t like
about the world–hurts Olivia.   And that pisses me off .
    “Ma’am,” I say, nodding stiffly as I step back from the door
to give her room to enter.   She does
so, her haughty head held high. She passes me in a wash of expensive perfume ,   followed closely by her weak-as-dishwater husband.
    When he passes, he nods and I nod. I extend a hand, which he
takes.   I wonder sometimes if he’s
as miserable as I picture him to be.   Probably not since he stays with her, but I could be wrong.   I don’t even pretend to understand the
dynamic of couples like this.
    “Where’s my daughter?” she asks in her Ice Queen way.
    “She’s getting ready.   She’ll be out shortly.   Can I
offer you a drink while you wait?”   I almost choke on the words.   I’d much rather be offering her a cement ankle bracelet and a dive off a
tall, tall bridge.
    “Vodka tonic.   Lyle will have the same,” she says, handing me her light coat.
    My smile is tight as I take it. I turn and head for the bar,
rounding it and laying her coat on the back counter.   For a second, I’m tempted to dump the
damn thing on the floor and stomp on it as I pour their drinks. But I
don’t.   Because Olivia means more to
me than her mother (and that bitch’s feelings toward me) ever will.
    I haven’t even finished pouring three stiff drinks yet when
another knock sounds at the door.  
    What the hell?
    Before I can get out from behind the bar to answer it, Olivia’s
mother does.   I see her body
language change and I know before he comes into sight who has arrived.
    Olivia’s father, Darrin.
    Lyle gets up and walks to his wife, putting his hand at her
waist in a show of support.   They
both take a step back and then I see Darrin.   He nods to Lyle and to his ex-wife, his
expression polite but strained.  
    “Lyle.   Tracey.”   It’s obvious he