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nipped the lobe.
        Arlene shivered. "You're going
to have to get your; clothes on and get out of here, Jimmy boy. I have
customers coming in right after my lunch break."
     
        "I can slip out the back way,
into the alley." James licked the moisture from Arlene's left breast.
        "One of these days, somebody's
going to see you sneaking out of here and tell Miss Edith." Arlene
traced the curve of James's spine with the tip of her sharp fingernail.
        "Nobody's going to see me. Besides,
I could think up some excuse to tell Edith. Right now, she's so wrapped up
in Kent's murder that she hasn't got time to be bothered with anything
else."
        "If I was Lane, I'd be throwing
myself a party to celebrate that bastard's death. If she did kill him, I
can't say I blame her."
        "What did Kent ever do to
you?" James jerked Arlene up against him so hard she gasped.
        "Not a damned tiling. I never
had anything to do with Kent Graham, but everybody in town knows why Lane
left him."
        "Didn't your mama ever teach
you that it wasn't polite to speak ill of the dead?" James grinned.
        "All my mama ever taught me
was that the way to a man's heart wasn't through his stomach." Slipping
her hand between their damp bodies, Arlene fondled James's limp penis.
        "I never knew a gal who enjoyed
sex as much as you do, except maybe Sharon Hickman."
        "Yeah, I suppose Sharon spread
her legs for just about all you Magnolia Avenue boys, didn't she?"
        James chuckled, remembering the
stunned look on Edith's face when Kent told the family about the letter
Sharon Hickman had sent him. A letter written on her deathbed.
        ‘’What are you thinking about, Jimmy
boy, screwing Sharon?"
        ‘’No, ma'am, I was thinking about
the next time you and I can get together," James lied.
        He wasn't fool enough to tell her
that he had been thinking about Sharon, nor did he dare mention what weighed
most heavily on his mind-the call he had received from the district attorney
this morning. Wes Stevens had said that someone claiming to be John Mack
Cahill had phoned him and asked a lot of questions about Kent Graham's
death and what the odds were that Lane would be arrested for the crime.
H had asked about Will, too. And this man had implied he was returning
to Noble's Crossing.
        But how was that possible? Johnny
Mack Cahill was dead, wasn't he? He'd died the night Buddy Lawle had dumped
his body into the Chickasaw River.
        "Why don't you figure out a
way for us to go of on another weekend trip the way we did in March,' Arlene
said. "I like it when we don't have to sneak around."
        "I'll see what I can do, sugar."
James stood, picked up his boxer shorts from the floor and slipped into
them.
        While he finished dressing, he
glanced over at Arlene, and his sex grew hard again. Damn, what he would
give to have her in his bed every night. He had been married to Edith for
ten years, and for the first four he'd wondered if she had emasculated
him completely with her position of power in their marriage. Then he
had renewed his affair with Arlene right after her second divorce. It
had started out as nothing but a good time for both of them. Somewhere
along the way, they had gotten serious.
        They'd been secret lovers when
they were teenagers, but he had known he could never marry her. They were
from different sides of the Chickasaw River. His parents would never
have accepted a girl like Arlene. Now he wished he had told his parents
and the whole town to go to hell. He wished that he'd had the balls to defy
his family. If they had married and left Noble's Crossing twenty years
ago, Arlene's two kids would be his, and they wouldn't have to sneak around
to be together.
        There were times when he thought
he really had the guts to ask Edith for a divorce, but then he would remember
all her beautiful money. The old bat would chew him up and spit him