insides of his thighs. They were hard. All muscle. Made her think she might actually enjoy a little action. It had been so long since she’d had a man that the prospect of rubbing against his acne-scarred skin didn’t seem as awful as it sometimes did. “If the money turned up, maybe things would be different,” he said. It was a complication she’d not considered. “He can’t remember a thing.” She pulled her foot back a little. Rested it on his knee. “It might have something with you shooting him in the head.” Which reminded her why she hated the guy in front of her as much as she did. An urge to kick him hard in the balls rose and she had to screw up her toes to make sure her feet stayed where they were. Mr Suit dropped the toothpick onto his plate and put his right hand under the table. Took hold of Liza’s foot and rubbed her instep with his thumb. He had the touch, she’d give him that. Sent a few volts through her stomach. “It was an accident for Christ’s sake.” He held up his left hand like he wanted to surrender. “A bloody accident. When are you going to get that through your thick skull?” “I always said Archie had a thick skull.” And she had. “Until you proved otherwise.” Sensing she was getting closer to the answer she wanted, she pushed her foot back between Mr Suit’s thighs. A little further this time. Enjoyed watching confusion conquer his eyes. Pushed far enough to feel the bulge of his thrill. “Let’s say you’re right. That he won’t remember where he put my money. And say that I arrange to...” He tilted his head and brought it back again when he’d found the words he needed. “...put your husband out of his misery. What’s my compensation?” She’d played enough footsie. Pulled her leg back and slipped her shoe back on. “A clear conscience for one.” That should have been enough, but she wasn’t going to take the chance. “No more hospital bills for another.” Plus the icing on the cake. “And I’d be a free woman. Free to do whatever I please.” Not that she needed to tell him what that might actually be. A big smile spread across his face. Showed off his wrinkles and the shine of his crooked teeth. “Then I’ll make sure it’s done.” Liza pushed her chair back to give herself room to stand. “Thanks Suits. Just one more thing. I don’t want to know when you’re going to kill him, who’s going to do it or how. Understand?” “Capische.” She stood. The way he rolled his voice around Italian words turned her on something chronic. Her knees buckled ever-so-slightly, though she didn’t think Suits had noticed. She straightened her skirt casually as if nothing had happened. Liza winked at Suits and decided to go and buy herself a summer dress to celebrate.
Chapter 3 T wo weeks since the meeting with Mr Suit and there hadn’t been an angel of mercy within a mile of the place. Not that things had stayed the same. Ever since her little flirt with Suits, something had been stirring within. Something she hadn’t felt for years. Liza’s sex life had fizzled way before Archie’s accident. She’d put up with a weekly romp, but left to her own devices she’d rather have spent the time jogging or down at the gym. She blamed it on having kids so young. All three of them by the time she was twenty-one. And if it hadn’t been for Jenny’s miscarriage, she’d have been a grandma already in spite of having a mere forty-two years on the clock. At first, Liza’s newly-born desire came like scratches she could easily ignore, but she soon needed to pay them some attention and took matters into her own hands for the first time in the shower on Easter Monday, finding a different kind of resurrection. It had been fun. Masturbation, she decided, was a lot like riding a bike only without the feet or the pedals; whatever, she was certainly enjoying being back in the saddle. It came as no surprise to her when she found herself admiring