It takes all the strength I have to pull out of the McAlisters’ driveway knowing Marla is in there—alone—wearing a tight white tank that made it clear she isn’t wearing a bra. Her hard n*****s were practically begging me to tear the thin material off her body and suck on them.
When Mrs. McAlister called this morning with the news about the hot water heater, I assumed that the s****l tension that had always lingered between us in high school had faded. We’d moved in two different directions. She married my cousin and me Laurie. We have families of our own, kids who are almost grown.
Rumors have run rampant in Sunrise Bay about why Marla McAlister-Greene is back in town with four kids. According to our small town gossip brigade, Jeff couldn’t keep it in his pants, cheating with any woman w
