CHAPTER FOUR
June in Alabama
Jessica came sweeping into the house through the side entrance – her private entrance – lowering the umbrella she’d used to keep her dry. Thankfully, she’d avoided the worst downpour, and it was only raining slightly by the time she had to exit her Jaguar. She shook the rain off the umbrella, but left it to dry in the small vestibule. Upstairs was her suite of rooms, the parlor, a private dining room with an adjacent kitchen, a luxurious bath, an outside balcony and screened sleeping porch, and, of course, her boudoir for entertaining her lovers.
She’d dressed for the meeting with her attorney, wearing a slim navy suit, trimmed with white, which was classic, sexy and understated, something Jessica Huston was known for. The skirt’s hemline demurely reached a
