Her Eyes by Jennifer Cloud, Regan Taylor

Frank's arm with both of her hands. He liked that. There was no question who she loved, and she had no qualms about showing it. Frank's heart swelled with pride and something more ... hope?
    "I've got the proposal inside along with the recommended expenditures."
    Irwin led the way, opening the door for Frank and following Catherine inside the trailer. Frank glanced back and didn't appreciate the way Irwin's stare lingered on his wife's backside.
    Quickly, Frank went through one folder, signing a bid for the state. Next he went through the added costs. Some were out of the question. One receipt, for lunch at the Yonkers Steak House, had to be something personal of Irwin's. Frank was really starting to dislike that guy.
    "You're paying for your own lunches.” He set that receipt aside. “The new harnesses and hard hats are fine. I don't want my men getting hurt. We're not getting a new hydraulic lift. Get the old one fixed."
    "The lunch was business. I was out with the Mayor."
    Frank's nerves enflamed. He didn't like wining and dining for political gain. His work was excellent and his bids always fair. Kissing someone's ass wasn't going to help his company, especially when the meetings were held with Irwin, who didn't do his job with any finesse.
    "You know I disapprove of that."
    Irwin's hand balled in a fist. “Fine. At least go out there and look at the lift. I think we need a new one."
    Frank stood, grabbing his sunglasses as he did, “I'll be right back, Catherine."
    "I'll keep her company,” replied Irwin while moving closer to her, a gleam in his eye.
    Catherine's eyes grew wide, and she started to say something, changed her mind, and shut her mouth. Her eyes were two different colors at least. It should only take a few minutes to check that stupid lift anyway.
    "Be right back."
    He left the trailer, closing the door behind him.
    * * * *
    Five minutes passed after Frank had left. Every second felt like an eternity with Irwin's gaze going over her a little too intimately for her comfort. She stepped behind the desk, hoping to gain a little distance from him, and sat in the chair.
    "You're looking good.” He sat on the edge of the desk. “Real good."
    "Thanks.” She looked around the room, trying to find something to concentrate on instead of this man. On the desk was a pile of papers. She flipped through them wishing Frank would hurry.
    "It's been a while. A long while. How about after Frank starts coming into work regular again, you and I hook up like old times."
    Her body clenched in repulsion. “I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about."
    He laughed and licked his thick lips obscenely. “You remember. It hasn't been that long. What? A little over a year at most. Right before you and that James guy hooked up, and of course, that accident of yours. What did happen, Catherine? Frank never said, and there was nothing in the papers except something about a gun going off and that dog of his biting the hell out of you."
    She had no recollection of a James or Win attacking her or anything to do with this man. And this Irwin also talking about a gun. There was never a gun, but a knife, someone came after her with a knife. Or maybe she had woken during the surgery, and she was remembering the a scalpel. Maybe in the ambulance they went by a car crash. That could be where she remembered the car from. Of course! That had to be it. Somehow that other side of her got Win upset or something upset Win, he bit her, and in the ambulance, they must have gone by a car accident. One so bad that she saw it, and it was so bad she felt like she was involved in it. That would make sense. Then the anesthesia when they operated must have worn off at one point so she got the scalpel mixed up with a knife. She would have to tell Frank. It made perfect sense. She'd check it out with him and see what he had to say. Now, however, she had to do something about Irwin so Catherine scooted back in her chair, trying to increase the