Part 72 (2/2)

P.M. happy to get them.

She was grateful to him. Without the interest that had come her way

since the press had picked up on their affair, she might have had to

take a turn doing some p.o.r.no flicks. A girl had to pay the rent. Angie

flexed her wrist so that the light caught the diamonds and sapphires in

the bracelet P.M. had given her. She wouldn't have to worry about rent

any longer.

She turned toward the gla.s.s doors and saw him standing on the deck. As

he stood in the early sunlight she thought he looked almost handsome.

And lonely. Even a heart as naturally ambitious as Angie's could feel

some pity. He hadn't been the same since the little boy had died. She

was sorry about it, really, but the tragedy had made P.M.

even more dependent on her. And the press was worth its weight in gold.

A smart woman took whatever opportunities came her way and made the most

of them.

She ran a hand over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, pleased that they were firm enough to

stand without a bra. She walked up behind him, pressed them against his

back as she wound her arms around his neck.

”I missed you, honey.”

He lifted a hand to hers, embarra.s.sed that his first thought had been of

Bev. ”I didn't want to wake you up.”

”You know I love it when you wake me up.” She slipped around him, her

arms like long, soft ropes. With a little catchy sigh, she closed her

mouth over his. ”I hate to see you looking so sad.”

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