A Scandalous Affair. Donna Hill

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      “Yeah…the case.” Her head was spinning and she had a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. “Anyway, let me run. I’ll talk to you.”

      “Take care, Simone. I’ll call you.”

      She hung up without saying anything further and possibly making a bigger fool of herself.

      Heavily, she sat down in the chair. Maybe it was nothing, she concluded—Sam and Chad. Just a friendly lunch for old time’s sake. What else could it be?

      Samantha arrived at Cisco’s at exactly noon. Chad was sitting at the bar of the upscale restaurant with his back to her. She pulled in a breath and walked forward.

      “Hi, waiting long?” she asked, placing her hand on his back.

      Chad turned his head and smiled up at her. “Not at all. Just got here myself. You want to sit at the bar or get a table?”

      She gazed quickly around at the sprinkling of people in the trendy bistro. “Table sounds good to me.”

      He rose from the bar stool and brushed innocently against her in the process. Samantha drew in a quick breath, slightly unnerved by his touch, and smiled tightly.

      Casually, Chad put his arm around her waist and led her to the hostess who sat them.

      “What are you in the mood for?” he asked, scanning the menu.

      “The house salad is excellent. And I love the Tahini dressing they use.”

      “I’m still growing.” He chuckled. “I think I’ll go with the burger and some fries.”

      The waitress arrived shortly and took their orders.

      Samantha folded her hands in her lap. “So, how does it feel being back home?”

      His brows rose, then lowered. “Good but strange. Everything seems the same but different. I’ve been so accustomed to odd languages, customs and time frames—it takes some getting used to.”

      “Yeah, I can imagine. I know you must have learned a lot.”

      He nodded. “That I did. I mean, I went abroad with the intention of seeing how unfair the laws are outside of the U.S., only to discover that the real problems are right here at home—disguised as democracy.”

      Samantha rested her forearms on the table and leaned forward. “How do you plan to go about the class action suit?” Her eyes studied him intently.

      “I want to begin with securing a list, from you actually, of all the cases that have come through your office and begin contacting the families. Then I want to work with Justin to review case files and arrest records as well as hospital records.”

      “Wow. That’s quite a load.”

      “It can be done.”

      “I’ll do anything I can to help. You know that.”

      He reached across the table and covered her hands with his. “I’m counting on you.”

      Their food arrived and they ate for a few moments in silence. Samantha was the first one to break it.

      “So…besides hunting down the bad guys, what do you do these days for entertainment?”

      He chuckled. “That’s a good question. I haven’t been out socially in nearly four years.” Images of his last night with Simone suddenly danced beneath his conscience.

      “Maybe we can change that,” she said with a bold smile.

      Chad cocked his head to the side, a playful glint coming into his eyes. “Are you propositioning me, Ms. Montgomery?”

      “Absolutely. All work and no play…you know the rest.”

      “I think I’d like that.”

      The warm glow in her heart set her face aglow. “I was hoping you’d say that.” She almost giggled.

      “What did you have in mind?”

      “If I remember correctly, you love jazz. Hopefully, that hasn’t changed.”

      “No way. It was one of the main things I longed for while I was away.”

      “Great. There’s a fabulous local band, Magique, that’s playing on Wednesday nights. My treat.”

      “Well, well, a woman for the millennium,” he chuckled. “Sounds great.”

      “What if I pick you up about eight. That will give me enough time to finish up at the office and go home and change.”

      “You don’t have to pick me up. I can meet you.”

      “My treat, remember? That means transportation is included.”

      “I was never one to turn down a good deal.”

      Samantha looked at him from beneath her lashes, stuck the fork in her salad and slowly slipped a mouthful between her lips.

      “You’ve changed, Samantha,” he said as if seeing her for the first time.

      “I know,” she said softly.

      Simone stared at the typed words in the book she was reading. All the lines seemed to merge together, not making any sense. Gibberish. She tossed it aside and gazed up at the bedroom ceiling. Her house was spotless. Her laundry was finished. She didn’t have to return to work until Monday and she didn’t have a damned thing to do in the meantime.

      She crossed her legs at the ankle, then folded her hands across her stomach. She was edgy, too full of energy. Her mind was racing. Driving usually helped when she felt this way. The concentration it took to maneuver the roads, the relaxation that came from seeing the landscape spread out in front of her worked to knock the kinks out.

      She popped up from the bed, put on her sneakers, grabbed her car keys and headed out.

      After driving for a good hour, she took stock of her surroundings and was surprised to find herself on the road to the bed and breakfast that she’d shared with Chad. She kept going. That was then. This is now. A memory. A good time. That’s all it was. So why couldn’t she just file it away and forget it?

      If only it was that easy.

      Taking the next exit, she headed back. She needed to talk, get her feelings out, the ones she’d tried to pretend didn’t exist for the past four years. And the one person who understood her feelings, her fears and struggles was her sister, Samantha. Her eyes momentarily filled. She’d been so determined not to get caught up in that love trap thing that she’d probably ruined whatever chance there might have been. It had been a matter of priorities. Her career had been more important. She’d been a modern woman of the nineties. No strings. No commitments. So she’d never admitted to anyone, not even herself, how much that one night had meant to her.

      And now, she’d gotten what she wished for—a relationship free of commitments and strings. And he was free as well. СКАЧАТЬ