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She released him immediately, and the two men reversed positions, with Kyle thrusting hard into Nora’s vagina, and Rolf kneeling behind her head and leaning forward to push his cock into her mouth. This time they all came together, and when their bodies had untangled themselves Nora cuddled against Kyle contentedly.

“That was nice,” Nora said softly.

“Better than nice, mistress,” Rolf told her. “I’m going to shower and go if you don’t need me anymore tonight.”

“No, go on,” she told him. She wanted to be with Kyle now. Just Kyle. She dozed, only to be awakened by the sharp ring of the telephone. Confused for a moment, she rolled over and looked about. A portable was on her bedside table. Reaching for it, she pressed the on button.

“It’s four a.m., Mrs. Buckley,” the crisp voice said. “The Channel will be closing in a half hour.”

“Thank you,” she responded groggily, pressing the phone’s off button. “Kyle?”

“I’m here,” he said, coming into the bedroom. “Go shower. I’ve got a nice cup of cappuccino for you.”

“You are perfect!” she told him, stumbling from the bed into the bathroom. She showered quickly, washing away the strong scent of unbridled sex from her skin. Toweling herself off, she walked naked back through the bedroom and into the living room. To her amusement he helped her into her short navy silk robe, and she cocked an eyebrow at him. “You don’t like me naked anymore?” she teased him.

“We don’t have much time, and I just want to enjoy your company for a few minutes,” he told her, handing her the footed cappuccino cup. “When are you coming back to me, Nora?”

She sat down, and to her surprise, he sat on the floor by her side, his dark head in her lap. “I can’t come tonight. It’s Saturday, and if I let J. J. stay out with friends two nights in a row, it will look odd. And Sunday night is a school night, and he’ll be home. Probably not until Monday night, Kyle.” She sipped at the cappuccino. “Umm, this is really good.”

“I’m going to miss you,” he said softly.

“I’m probably going to miss you more,” she told him. He was a fantasy, and you didn’t have feelings for a fantasy, Nora reminded herself. But she did have feelings for him. He was her creation. The perfect man. The perfect lover.

“Let’s just be together, the two of us, then, on Monday night,” he said.

“Okay,” she agreed. “No Rolf and pretty maid.”

He looked up at her. “I’m falling in love with you,” he told her.

She was startled. “You can’t,” she said. “You don’t really exist, Kyle.”

“I exist for you, Nora,” he reminded. “I am as real for you as anything else is.”

“But not in my world of reality,” she said. “You’re my fantasy, Kyle. Nothing more than a fantasy.”

“I’m going to teach you to love again,” he told her.

“If you can do that,” she said wistfully, “it would be a miracle.”

“I can do anything you want me to, Red Rover,” he told her, looking up into her gray green eyes.

She smiled softly at him and, reaching down, caressed his jaw, but as she did she felt herself sliding away from him. Damn! Nora thought sadly. And then she woke up in her recliner once again. Sighing, she stood up, turning off the television with the channel changer. Another wonderful fantasy evening. Yet the taste of cappuccino lingered strongly on her tongue, and her body felt more alive than it had in years.

Chapter Four

“So, how bad is it?” Rina Seligmann asked, coming through the Buckleys’ kitchen door. She was carrying a covered plate of chicken salad sandwiches on whole wheat bread she had made up at Trader Joe’s this morning. She set the plate on the table, and pulled off the plastic wrap. “Tiff, where’s that iced tea?”

“Right behind you,” Tiffany Pietro d’Angelo said, plunking the pitcher and paper cups on the kitchen table next to the sandwiches.

“Worse than we even anticipated!” Carla said dramatically. She had driven Nora to her husband’s office that morning, waiting while Nora had her first conference with Rick. “Absolutely everything is in the son of a bitch’s name. Everything! He even tried to close down Nora’s little household account this morning, but Rick put a stop to that.”

“How did Rick know?” Joanne Ulrich was wide-eyed. This was even better than General Hospital.

“Well,” Carla said with just the slightest air of self-importance, “when Rick got to his office this morning, he found a whole bunch of papers that had been faxed to him by Jeff’s lawyer in the city. Only one bank account was listed, and it was the one here at Egret Pointe National Bank, and it was marked as closed. Well, Rick got on the telephone to Paul Williams at the bank. Paul said the request had come in this morning. Rick explained the situation, and told Paul to hold off until he could get back to the other lawyer. That the account was the only one Nora had, and if he would check back in the statements, he would see only she signed the checks, and they were mostly for household bills and personal expenses even if the account was in both names. So Paul said he’d hold off until he heard from Rick again.”

“Well, that news will be all over town by closing time at the bank,” Rina said dryly.

“How do you figure that?” Nora asked.