Free And Then There Was You by Suzy Turner Page B

where I needed him.
    Suddenly a light came on and broke the moment.
    'Dad!' yelled a voice I was unfamiliar with.
    Shock hit me and I dropped immediately into the warm water, looking around to see where the voice had come from.
    Adam froze, pushing me behind him.
    'Jack? What the hell?' Adam said, unable to utter anything else.
    'Dad, what are you doing here? And erm... Charlie? That wasn't Charlie, was it?'
    Adam slowly shook his head. 'Jack, please would you go back inside and get yourself a drink. We'll be right in,' he said, shame written all over his face.
    Mortified, I waited for his son to close the door behind him and pulled myself out of the pool.
    'Oh God, I knew this was a bad idea,' I muttered. 'Are there towels anywhere?'
    'Yes, just over there,' Adam pointed. He was clearly in more shock than I was, if that were at all possible.
    I grabbed them both, wrapping one around myself and handing the other to Adam.
    Quickly drying ourselves, we put Adam's clothes back on without saying a word.
    Just as I was about to push open the door, Adam grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him and hugged me.
    'I'm so sorry about this. I'd forgotten that the kids had keys. I never expected this to happen. Please forgive me.'
    I looked up and slowly extricated myself from his grip. 'Adam, it's as much my fault as it is yours. This should never have happened. It won't happen again,' I said, as I stepped backwards and went to open the door.
    'Eve,' he cried, stepping forward. 'Please just kiss me. If this is our last, I want... please. Kiss me.'
    His request brought tears to my eyes, and I pressed my lips against his, our tongues intertwining with lust and more. But I slowly broke away and stepped backwards.
    'I'll wait in the car. And then I'd like you to take me home, please.'
    Adam nodded. I knew he was watching me walk away.
     
     
     

CHAPTER TEN
     
    The night of our Christmas party was finally upon us, and as much as I'd tried to put it off, Matt had continued to push me to keep it on. I'd relented. How could I explain the reasoning behind wanting to cancel it?
    Thankfully Adam's son had kept quiet, but he was a boy of strong morals and he had insisted his father remain faithful to his wife. Needless to say, Jack was more important to him than anybody, so he'd agreed. We'd spoken, albeit briefly. Meals out with Charlie and Matt had been a little strained, although we'd managed to avoid becoming the centre of attention. Me feigning migraines and Adam excusing himself early with work issues. It had worked well until then.
    Hopefully it would be easy enough to avoid each other for one more night of partying. Matt had invited as many of his friends as possible. I, on the other hand, didn't want to involve anyone so had left the invites to my husband.
    I was to play the dutiful wife, so I did my hair exactly how Matt liked it – up in a loose pony tail with a few soft ringlets dropping to each side of my face. I also let him choose my outfit, so I was standing in front of the mirror wearing a short black dress and pink high heels. It was a little over the top for me, but it was what Matt liked, so I went along with it.
    'You look beautiful,' he said, standing in the bedroom doorway, looking at me.
    'You think?' I asked uncertainly.
    'I don't think. I know. You ready? Guests should be arriving any minute.'
    I nodded and took his arm.
    'Right this way Mrs. Brooke.'
    I smiled as we walked down the stairs and into the kitchen together, where he let me go and started double checking that all the food and drinks were where they should be.
    'I'm sure everything's fine,' I said as the doorbell rang. 'Go and greet your guests.'
    'Don't you mea n ou r guests?' he asked before walking out of the room.
    I turned the oven off and pulled out the last of the nibbles as I listened to the laughter in the hallway. Forcing a smile, I turned to find Charlie walking towards me carrying a bottle of wine.
    'You look amazing, Charlie,' I said, kissing