sympathetic ear, she’d come to the wrong place.
“You married a guy old enough to be your father,” slurred Honor. “What did you expect? Besides, he has two full-time nurses, Lise. No one’s expecting you to play Florence Nightingale.”
“Like hell they aren’t,” Lise snapped. “Those nurses are lazy as shit. And what the hell happened to you and Tina, anyway? When was the last time either of you visited him?”
This was below the belt.
“He refuses to see me,” Honor mumbled, a knot of confused emotion forming in the pit of her stomach like a tumor, even through her drunkenness. “You know that. I’m trying to put things right at Palmers, for him more than anyone. I’m working nonstop here.”
“Jesus, Honor, don’t you get it?” Lise interrupted viciously. “Your dad doesn’t care about Palmers. The man’s incontinent, OK? He’s a retard.”
Honor hung up at that point and kicked up the alcohol consumption to a whole new level. Maybe it was losing her father that was making this thing with Devon so painfully important to her? She had in fact been back to Boston twice since taking over at Palmers, trips she could ill afford,but Trey had refused to let her onto the property. Back in East Hampton, she called three times a week, but not once had he allowed her to be put through. He’d told her in Sam Brannagan’s office that he would never forgive her for taking control of his assets. So far, it looked as though he intended to be as good as his word.
Waking up this morning, Honor felt like someone had thrown the mother of all Fourth of July parties inside her cranium. Fumbling in the drawer of her bedside table for some aspirin, she crammed three into her mouth without water before throwing off her covers and staggering into the shower.
Slowly, as the warm jets of water pounded onto her aching body, she started to feel more alive. Squirting a dollop of her favorite lemongrass shower gel into her palms, she began rubbing it all over her body, working up a lather that she massaged into her hair and face as well. She wanted to wash away all traces of last night and was starting to enjoy the tingling sensation on her skin when suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the shower curtain twitch.
There wasn’t even time to panic. Ripping the rubbery fabric aside, still half-blinded by soapsuds, she let out a blood-curdling shriek, launching herself on her would-be attacker with a well-placed kick to the groin.
“You fucker!” she yelled, kicking and punching and scratching blindly as adrenaline translated her fear into anger. “You piece of shit!”
“Honor!” It took a second or two for Devon’s voice to penetrate the fog in her brain. “For God’s sake stop, Honor. It’s me.”
“Devon?” Opening her eyes at last, she saw him lying beneath her on the tiled bathroom floor, half shielding his face with one arm. “What are you doing here? You should be on a plane to Boston.”
“Lola wasn’t ready to go,” he panted. “And neither was I. I had to see you again.”
Despite the searing pain in his balls from where she’d kicked him, the sight of her leaning over him naked, dripping, and still slippery with soapsuds was making him hard already. Reaching up around her neck, he pulled her beautiful, elfin face down until the tips of their noses touched, then let his hands glide down the wet runway of her back to rest on her butt.
“You scared me,” she whispered, closing her eyes as she felt his fingers slipping around her hips and disappearing into the damp triangle of her pubic hair. So much for wrestling with her conscience. She could no more finish things with Devon than fly to the moon, and she knew it.
“Not half as much as you scared me.” Unzipping his jeans, he freed his now rock-solid erection. “You might have warned me you had a black belt in karate.”
Easing herself down onto his dick, Honor began rocking slowly back and forth, her hangover suddenly quite
“You married a guy old enough to be your father,” slurred Honor. “What did you expect? Besides, he has two full-time nurses, Lise. No one’s expecting you to play Florence Nightingale.”
“Like hell they aren’t,” Lise snapped. “Those nurses are lazy as shit. And what the hell happened to you and Tina, anyway? When was the last time either of you visited him?”
This was below the belt.
“He refuses to see me,” Honor mumbled, a knot of confused emotion forming in the pit of her stomach like a tumor, even through her drunkenness. “You know that. I’m trying to put things right at Palmers, for him more than anyone. I’m working nonstop here.”
“Jesus, Honor, don’t you get it?” Lise interrupted viciously. “Your dad doesn’t care about Palmers. The man’s incontinent, OK? He’s a retard.”
Honor hung up at that point and kicked up the alcohol consumption to a whole new level. Maybe it was losing her father that was making this thing with Devon so painfully important to her? She had in fact been back to Boston twice since taking over at Palmers, trips she could ill afford,but Trey had refused to let her onto the property. Back in East Hampton, she called three times a week, but not once had he allowed her to be put through. He’d told her in Sam Brannagan’s office that he would never forgive her for taking control of his assets. So far, it looked as though he intended to be as good as his word.
Waking up this morning, Honor felt like someone had thrown the mother of all Fourth of July parties inside her cranium. Fumbling in the drawer of her bedside table for some aspirin, she crammed three into her mouth without water before throwing off her covers and staggering into the shower.
Slowly, as the warm jets of water pounded onto her aching body, she started to feel more alive. Squirting a dollop of her favorite lemongrass shower gel into her palms, she began rubbing it all over her body, working up a lather that she massaged into her hair and face as well. She wanted to wash away all traces of last night and was starting to enjoy the tingling sensation on her skin when suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the shower curtain twitch.
There wasn’t even time to panic. Ripping the rubbery fabric aside, still half-blinded by soapsuds, she let out a blood-curdling shriek, launching herself on her would-be attacker with a well-placed kick to the groin.
“You fucker!” she yelled, kicking and punching and scratching blindly as adrenaline translated her fear into anger. “You piece of shit!”
“Honor!” It took a second or two for Devon’s voice to penetrate the fog in her brain. “For God’s sake stop, Honor. It’s me.”
“Devon?” Opening her eyes at last, she saw him lying beneath her on the tiled bathroom floor, half shielding his face with one arm. “What are you doing here? You should be on a plane to Boston.”
“Lola wasn’t ready to go,” he panted. “And neither was I. I had to see you again.”
Despite the searing pain in his balls from where she’d kicked him, the sight of her leaning over him naked, dripping, and still slippery with soapsuds was making him hard already. Reaching up around her neck, he pulled her beautiful, elfin face down until the tips of their noses touched, then let his hands glide down the wet runway of her back to rest on her butt.
“You scared me,” she whispered, closing her eyes as she felt his fingers slipping around her hips and disappearing into the damp triangle of her pubic hair. So much for wrestling with her conscience. She could no more finish things with Devon than fly to the moon, and she knew it.
“Not half as much as you scared me.” Unzipping his jeans, he freed his now rock-solid erection. “You might have warned me you had a black belt in karate.”
Easing herself down onto his dick, Honor began rocking slowly back and forth, her hangover suddenly quite
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