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her eyes popped wide, and she set the fragrance back on the counter. Yep, she needed an evening out all right. Either that or a cold shower.
    She turned to stare at the couple’s bed. She’d not slept in it. Didn’t seem right. She wondered how it’d be to sleep with the same man—forever. The longest she’d lasted was a few months. But if Bronson hadn’t asked for a divorce, would she still be with him? And second husband, Rory? If he’d kept it in his pants, could she have stayed with him?
    Tears spilled onto her cheeks. What brought that on? Her marriages ended a lifetime ago, and she wasn’t proud of how she’d handled either break-up. At least Celeste had found happiness.
    Going through her things, Raynie expected memories, but the recollection of her exes surprised her. She’d gotten over them. Or had she? Did a woman ever get over heartbreak?
    She abandoned the bathroom and walked to the antique desk. Paperwork should be easier to deal with. In the first drawer, she found pens, pencils, paperclips, and all the other generic office supplies. From the closet, she retrieved an empty shoe box, then dumped all the items into it. No need to get rid of this stuff. It would come in handy, if not for her, Silbie’s schoolwork.
    The next one held medical insurance forms, copies of filed claims, and two boxes of business cards. She shuffled through them and found a surprise. Evan had a vasectomy. Odd. Celeste wanted another child. Apparently, he didn’t.
    She took a business card out and stared at the stagecoach logo. Evan M. Collins. Vice President. Wells Fargo Bank and Trust. She dropped them into the trash can, then pulled open the last drawer.
    A manila envelope. No markings. Unsealed. Slowly, she raised the flap and slid the contents onto the desk. In the past two weeks, each time she’d tackled a new area, she worried she’d discover a deep, dark secret. Whips. Chains. Porno movies. Ridiculous as it sounded, all couples shared hush-hush things.
    A vision of Celeste with a whip and Evan constrained caused Raynie to giggle. The throaty sound brought her back to reality. She focused on the document. All humor gone, she staggered to the bed and sat on the edge. A chill scraped down her spine and Greta’s earlier remark rang in her ears. I guess the good Lord took them both, so they’d always be together. The statement sounded like an attempt to console. But now meant something different. Raynie’s hands trembled as she gazed at divorce papers.

 
    Revenge is a confession of pain.
    ~~Latin Proverb
     
     
    THE CURVE OF HER hip, slant of her cheek, taste of her lips. All familiar, but they didn’t elicit the same reaction as in the past. If Julie had returned after a year, Jared would have welcomed her with open arms. But now, nothing. Well, the touch and smell of her caused him to get hard as any attractive, willing female rubbing against him would, but there was no love. Lust was another subject. If she wanted sex, he’d oblige.
    He slid his palms to her ass, pulled her in nice and slow. She moved her fingers to the button on his jeans and made short work of undoing it, then the zipper.
    No need for a trip to the bedroom. He’d take her right there. She had the same idea, because she reached under her skirt and shimmed out of her panties. He took protection from his wallet, dropped his pants and boxers to his knees, then heaved her onto the back of the chair. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she braced her hands on his shoulders.
    He clutched her hips and drove into her hard, thrusting in and out, over and over, each plunge stronger. She locked her legs, and he gave her more. No foreplay. No kissing. Just a good old-fashioned-fuck-me-now. He didn’t care if she got pleasure out it. Sure as hell didn’t deserve any.
    Her nails dug into the flesh of his biceps. An orgasm ripped through him and he growled with the release. He couldn’t remember his last fast and furious sex. Now came decision time.