“Understood.” The line goes quiet, and I think he’s hung up until I hear him praying.
Padre nuestro,
que estás en el cielo.
Santificado sea tu nombre.
Venga tu reino.
Hágase tu voluntad en la tierra como en el cielo.
Danos hoy nuestro pan de cada día.
Perdona nuestras ofensas,
como también nosotros perdonamos a los que nos ofenden.
No nos dejes caer en tentación y líbranos del mal.
Amén.
Amen.
I cross myself and hit the end button on the phone. I get on the highway and plug in New Orleans into my navigation system.
Thirty-five hours.
That’s long enough to plan forever.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
RICHARD
“I’m home, Darling,”I close the front door and remove my shoes.
I hang up my sports jacket and slip my feet into the slippers by the door.
“How was your day, Dear?” Brittany steps out of the kitchen in sky-high stilettos, fishnets, an apron, and nothing else.
At my look of lust, my wife smiles and turns her back to me so that I follow her bare ass into the kitchen. My feet move before I give them permission.
She’s pleased with me at the current moment, but once she finds out what’s happened, the situation will change quickly and not for the better.
“The children are away at camp until next weekend. So I decided we’d have a little playdate.” I look around the room but don’t see anyone else with us.
“After dinner, Love.” I nod as I admire her cherry-red lips.
The table has been set perfectly for an intimate dinner for two. I sit at the head of the table as she serves us a meal I’m sure she spent hours preparing. I pour us some wine, and we go about our usual nightly routine.
The picture perfect family if not her being basically naked.
“Now for dessert,” The mood in the room flips instantly.
“Stand,” I obey immediately.
“Strip,” I take my clothes off and fold each item neatly, placing them in the chair I was sitting in.
“Kneel,” I drop down in front of her as she brings the chain she always wears around her neck out from behind the apron that is shielding the view of her fantastic breast from me.