Page 32 of Seductive Nights

My god, how long had it been since she'd really and truly felt that way?

She sat on the sofa and kicked her sandals off. Carley sat in a chair across from her and toed her sandals off. Carley took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She pulled her phone from her purse and scrolled a bit.

Margo frowned. "If you're going to ignore me, I'm going to bed."

"I'm not ignoring you. I wanted to show you a couple of pictures." She found what she'd been looking for and came to sit next to her on the sofa. She held her phone in front of Margo and grinned. "Look."

She'd taken a picture of her and Jace dancing. They were smiling at each other, and she had her arms around Jace's neck. His arms were wrapped around her, and the muscles in his arms stood out to her. She'd felt that strength. Looking at him now, though, he was s-e-x-y.

"Wow," she whispered.

"I know. You too look so good together. I couldn't resist taking the pictures."

"Pictures? How many did you take?"

"Scroll."

She scrolled to the next picture, which was Jace's head thrown back laughing. It was incredible.

The next picture was them walking to the dance area hand in hand. He was easily ten inches or so taller than her. Her hair managed to keep some of its wave despite the humidity. She smiled as she stared.

Scrolling to the next picture was one of Jace whispering in her ear or chatting with her. She remembered him telling her he didn't think of himself as a flirt. He was happy. Why had she not recognized that? Happiness and flirting were not the same thing.

She scrolled once more and stared at the two of them looking at each other. She was telling him something.

Carley leaned in. "That's my favorite picture."

"Really? It's not the best one."

Carley giggled. "I know, but look over your shoulder."

She pulled the phone closer and looked. Sierra could be seen just behind her.

"Blow the picture up and look at her face."

With her thumb and forefinger, she stretched the picture and looked at Sierra's face. Margo grinned. "If looks could kill."

Carley laughed and clapped her hands. "That's what I thought." She sat back and rested her head on the sofa. "Logan was a dumbass."

Margo forwarded the pictures to her phone, then handed it back to Carley. She leaned back with her head on the sofa, too, and stared up at the ceiling with her sister. "I agree."

Carley chuckled and took Margo's hand in hers. They sat that way for a while and then she said, "Are we looking for your necklace tonight or tomorrow?"

"Tonight. I'll end up waking up about two in the morning otherwise, and start thinking about it."

Carly sat up with a sigh. "Okay. Let's go do it."

"You don't have to help me. You can get some rest if you like."

"Nope. I'm here with you and for you. Let's go."

Margo nodded. She stood, and they walked together down the hall to the master bedroom. Margo's jewelry box was built into the closet when she and Logan built this house. It was something that she'd always wanted and was so excited to have. She lifted the top of the jewelry box, pulled out the boxes that were inside, and handed them to Carley. Any nice piece of jewelry she had gotten, she kept in its box and put it away for safekeeping. She opened the drawers and pulled out boxes. Carly took them out and laid them on the bed. Once all of them were on the bed, they sat on the edge and opened the lid of each box. Her necklace box was not there.

Carley said, "I don't even know what to think. Why would he do that? That makes no sense. He could have just bought her a new necklace."

Margo shook her head. She scraped her fingers through her hair and stretched her back. The deeper we get into this whole ridiculous situation the more questions I have. None of it makes sense. None of it. I can't even imagine why he would come home here, have dinner with me, talk about business, and act like nothing was wrong while he was having an affair. I can't imagine that he took his estate planning folder out of the safe, had his will changed two years ago, and still had dinner with me and acted like nothing was wrong. Like everything was fine. We weren't lovey-dovey anymore. No. And you know, I can't even remember the last time we had sex, but he certainly wasn't angry toward me. We didn't have animosity. I simply don't understand it. And now the necklace."

Margo looked across the bed at all the jewelry. Over the years, she acquired a beautiful collection of necklaces, earrings, and bracelets. The weird thing was she seldom wore any of it anymore. When she was younger, she thought she wanted the jewels. But the Florida heat normally made her sweat, and she didn't like to wear jewelry that was hanging on her neck when it was so hot. Unless it was for a special occasion.

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