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And as soon as he realized what she meant he began running for his life and motioning and screaming for Frankie to drive away. “Go! Go now!” he cried as he ran. “Go now!”

But it was too late just as Laine had said and the house exploded in a violent eruption. So violent that Robert was thrown from the sidewalk all the way up onto his car, as if he was flying, and his body slammed against the windshield, shattering it. But the impact of the blast was so definitive that he kept going and landed onto his car’s front seat.

Frankie wasn’t about to leave him. He landed in the perfect spot. Because as soon as he fell into the car, bringing all that glass with him, she flung the car in Reverse and began backing up so fast that she backed all the way out of the long driveway and across the street, nearly hitting a pole. But her actions weren’t unwarranted because just as she backed out, a second explosion took that house, and Laine with it, up into a mushroom cloud of smoke and fire.

And Frankie didn’t hesitate. She placed that car in Drive and took off just as police cars were arriving. Robert looked back at the wreckage that once was his home, but was now Laine’s grave.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

They soaked in that tub for over an hour. Robert with Frankie in front of him. Just sitting there naked and half-asleep, sipping mint juleps and trying to unwind from the horrors of that horrific day. Physically, Robert was sore as hell, but he was okay. But emotionally was another story.

After saying nothing for the entire time they were in that tub, Frankie finally spoke. “I still can’t get over what Laine told you about Colt Lindsey.”

“She admitted paying him to kill you,” said Robert. “Just to get you out of the picture.”

Frankie shook her head. “I had no idea.”

“But how would she even know about him?”

“I told her about him. I said we had a resident pervert in my apartment complex that made my skin crawl. I remember joking with her that I was convinced he killed somebody in his past. But I was just joking.”

“Well, she decided to capitalize on the joke and see if he was willing to kill again for money. Apparently he was.”

“Apparently,” Frankie said.

Robert began caressing her breast. “When she said how she paid that guy to kill you, I wanted to get in that house and kill her myself.”

Then Robert shook his head. “I don’t understand a woman who would do anything to be with a man that’s already made it clear he didn’t want to be with her.”

“Because they don’t believe him. They think if they get the other woman out of the picture he’ll see the error of his ways and come running back to them.”

“Back?” asked Robert. “I was never with Laine. There was no going back. I never went with her.” Then he exhaled. “Except in her mind. Now she’s dead, my son is in jail, and all those poor innocent people are dead.”

Then his fondling became more intense, and they both set their drinks on the caddy by the tub. Frankie knew what that intensity was all about. He needed to escape the reality that was all around them. She needed to do the same.

That was why, when his hand moved from her breast to her vagina, caressing her there, she leaned her head back and looked at him. And they kissed with an urgency both knew had to happen.

Robert took his fully aroused dick and entered her with a thrust so hard that it lifted her half-way out of the water. But he slammed her back down and began fucking her harder than he ever had. And she allowed it. Because it wasn’t about feeling the love, it was about taking away the pain. And for a few minutes, it did just that. Both of them settled down to a long, slow fuck that ended in a long, slow climax.

Robert was still pushing into her even as her orgasm began to wane. Because his cum was still going strong. And he didn’t want it to end. For it to end meant he had to go back to the real world. He had to deal with reality.

He came again with such intensity that Frankie had yet another orgasm too. It was rarely one and done when Robert was inside of her. But it was especially true when Robert was trying to escape inside of her.

And then he finally stopped stroking, and they both leaned back exhausted.

And reality returned. Because a few minutes later and they were talking about it all over again.

“Did they set RJ’s bail yet?” Frankie asked.

“Not until tomorrow morning. But the attorneys believe it’ll be as high as fifty million given my resources.”

“Are you going to bail him out?” Frankie asked him.

Robert waited a few seconds before he answered. “No,” he said.

But Frankie knew what that hesitation meant. “Do you want to bail him out?” she asked him.

“Yes,” he admitted. “He’s my son.”

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