CHAPTER THREE: LATE NIGHT NAUGHTINESSCICELY WAS STILL VERY MUCH on Amy’s mind as she and Michael returned home that night, all smiles and chuckles.
But their smiles came from different places. Amy had been thinking about her brief encounter with Cicely and how much she loved hearing the woman’s voice, seeing her body, touching her soul.
The source of Michael’s smile was a memory that dated further back than a few hours. “Remember that first time I took you out to the woods?” he asked her, his hands creeping across her body. “You practically leaped out of your skin when you saw that sidewinder.”
His wife dutifully laughed, pretending that the memory was as vivid and alive for her as it was for him. “You know I always hated snakes.”
“But you loved deer,” he added, bringing their faces on
