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her head back and smiled at the ceiling and, far above that, heaven. Her smile faded slightly as she scolded her late husband. “You should have been there.You couldn’t wait two years to die?” Starting up the stairs, she gripped the banister and kept up a steady one-sided conversation. After all, just because a person dies doesn’t mean you should stop talking to him. How would that look? The only person in heaven no one talked to? People would think no one loved him. And she couldn’t have that.
    â€œOur Tony, he walked Carla down the aisle. But you know that, don’t you? I felt you there. Your daughter, she did, too.” She made it to the landing and paused, thoughtful. “And Nicky. Did you see him? Such misery there. He won’t talk. Not to his mama anyway.” She shook her head again. “Not like Nicky to be quiet. Paul, he’s the one like you.”
    She opened the door closest to her and sneaked a peek at her two grandchildren, sleeping in Carla’s old room. Little Tina was still in the family crib that had seen more than its share of babies over the years. And Reese, her newest granddaughter, was sleeping peacefully in the single bed.
    Along with … Angela sighed and reached down to stroke the golden retriever’s silky head. Whispering, she said, “Is good thing I don’t see a dog in the bed.”
    Abbey laid her head back down atop Reese’s feet and settled in for the night.
    â€œYou look after our girls, huh?” Angela walked quietly out of the room, leaving the door open just a bit in case one of the girls needed her. And with that thought in mind, she kept her voice down as she went on to her room at the end of the hall.
    â€œYou think just because you went to heaven you don’t have to do anything anymore?” She walked intoher room and stopped beside the long maple dresser. There on its highly polished surface was a votive candle, a statue of the Blessed Virgin, and Angela’s favorite picture of her husband. She picked up the silver-framed photo, stared into those smiling eyes she still missed so much, and said, “Talk to Nicky. Do something. You don’t have friends up there?” She ran the tip of her finger across the glass and murmured, “I’m worried, Anthony. Something is wrong.”
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    â€œThis is crazy,” Stevie murmured when Paul tore his mouth from hers. She dragged in a deep, gulping gasp of air and then let it out on a hissing moan as Paul’s mouth moved down her throat and left a trail of heat behind him.
    â€œNuts,” he agreed, his breath brushing her skin and singeing it.
    â€œWe should stop.”
    â€œYeah, we should.”
    She tipped her head back and stared up at the ceiling, watching it as the wood beams began to spin. Then she realized her eyes were rolling. “Don’t you dare stop.”
    â€œNo problem.”
    He shifted, drawing her onto his lap and dipping his head lower, following the edge of her tank top along the swell of her breasts. Lips and tongue drew a line of fire across her skin that sent Stevie into a rushing whirl of sensation. She wiggled on his lap and felt him, hard and ready beneath her. Her body weakened even as her blood leaped into life.
    A tingling began, low and deep within, and she gaveherself over to the glory of it. She’d never known such an amazing twist of feelings all at once. Want and need roared through her, demanding to be met. Paul’s hands moved on her and she swore she felt every imprint of his fingers like a brand, burning deep, sliding down into her bones.
    He yanked the hem of her top up, exposing her breasts, and she arched into him, offering herself and silently commanding him to take. His hands closed over her and she nearly splintered. His thumbs and forefingers tweaked at her nipples, tugging and pulling, sending shafts of white-hot desire ricocheting through her body with a