MULTIPLE MOTIVES (The Kate Huntington mystery series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

getting ready for bed, dropping jewelry, change and wallets onto their respective bureau tops. “You know, I’m beginning to think Rob has a point,” she said. “Friendly suburban Towson isn’t feeling so friendly anymore.”
    “Oh, come on, this has got to be some weird aberration.” Eddie tossed his undershirt in the general direction of the hamper. “Normally, this is a quiet enough region of the world, except when the university students are partying.”
    He steered her toward the bed. “Look, things are crazy the rest of this week, but next week you take my car one day. I’ll take yours to the tire store on my lunch hour. Get you a new tire.”
    She snorted. “What lunch hour? It’s tax season.”
    “Have you lost track of time in all the chaos lately? Next Monday is April fifteenth.”
    “Oh, yeah. That’s right.” She smiled.
    I’m getting my husband back!
    Eddie put his arms around her waist from behind and pulled her against the warmth of his bare chest. “You’ve had a stressful time lately. The least I can do is take care of your tire for you.” He kissed the nape of her neck, sending a delightful shiver down her spine. “Have I told you lately that you look particularly fetching in that nightgown?”
    She laughed out loud. “Now I get it.” Grabbing a pillow off the bed, she turned in his arms and gently smacked him with it. “You’re not just trying to be nice, you’re trying to get laid!”
    “Is it working?” He wiggled his eyebrows and gave her the most lascivious grin she’d ever seen. “You also look quite fetching out of that nightgown, my love.”
    He let go of her and dove into bed. Giggling, Kate slid under the sheet. She cuddled close to his lean body, and indeed the nightgown did not stay on for long.

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    Tuesday morning, Kate was slurping down a second cup of coffee at the kitchen table. Despite her fuzzy head, she was feeling quite happy that another tax season was behind them.
    She’d had her last lonely weekend for awhile. At least she’d put the time to good use and had gotten all the peeling paint scraped off the front porch. Many of the floorboards were squeaky, which meant someone would have to crawl under the porch and shore up the supports. With a shot of malicious glee she wasn’t totally proud of, but also wasn’t totally ashamed of, she’d opted to leave that nasty task for Eddie.
    When he’d finally gotten home last night, they’d celebrated with a late supper. He’d grilled steaks and they’d shared a bottle of their favorite wine.
    Fortunately, she didn’t have to be at work until eleven this morning, but she wasn’t sure how she was going to get through the long day on too little sleep. With some relief, she realized that Cheryl Crofton was her last client tonight. She’d been doing so well lately that Kate was considering cutting their sessions back to every other week.
     
    By the middle of their session that evening, Kate had mentally tabled that idea. Cheryl’s demeanor had abruptly changed. Her face a mask of rage, her voice had become an aggressive growl as she described what she’d like to do to her soon-to-be-ex in retaliation for the abuse she’d suffered at his hands.
    Kate was finding the big woman rather scary when she was this angry. Keeping her voice calm, she pointed out that it was natural for pent-up anger to surface, now that Cheryl felt safe.
    The client continued to rant for a few more minutes.
    “Frank isn’t worth going to jail for,” Kate finally said, her voice a bit sharper now. “And you don’t want to stoop to his level, do you?”
    After a beat, Cheryl’s face relaxed. In a more normal voice, she said, “Nah, you’re right. Living well is the best revenge.”
    Engaging in some end-of-session chitchat, Kate escorted her client to the door of her office. As the young woman started to walk away, the sound of her high heels triggered a memory. “Cheryl, wait. Did you come back to my office last