Free As Good as Dead by Beverly Barton Page B

set with a pair of winter white slacks. He'd told her she looked especially lovely in pink.
    She'd been wearing a pink silk bed jacket the first time he'd visited her in the hospital while she was recovering from her heart attack this past spring. That visit had been the beginning for them. Odd that she had known him for years, had been friends of a sort with his late wife, and yet she'd never thought of him as more than an acquaintance. In all the years Jim and she had been married, she hadn't looked at another man, despite knowing Jim cheated on her frequently. She'd been so in love with her husband, so totally, devotedly in love.
    Reba opened the door and got out of the car, then glanced at her wristwatch. She was early. But once Jim had left the house, supposedly to go to the club to have dinner with some of his political cronies, she'd been so eager that she'd dressed and left less than half an hour after he had. She suspected he wasn't going to the country club. In fact, she was ninety-nine percent sure he was driving straight to Erin Mercer's cabin, straight into the arms of his latest mistress.
    But Erin wasn't just another in a long line of women her husband had bedded. No, she was different and the way Jim felt about her wasn't just lust. He was in love with this woman. He loved Erin as he had never loved her, his wife of over fifty years. She suspected that Erin was the first and only woman he'd truly loved since he'd been a very young man and mad about Melva Mae. She supposed that was why, when Dodd Keefer had begun showing an interest in her, she hadn't rejected his advances. Oh, there had been nothing more than friendship between them at first, all during the spring and summer. He had co-me to the house several times on this or that pretense, and she'd shown up in various places she'd known he would be. After losing her grandson Jamie, she had desperately needed comfort. Although Jim and she had tried to offer each other comfort, they had both needed
    more. Jim had soon turned back to Erin, and once again she'd been alone. So alone.
    Then right after Labor Day, Dodd had made a confession that prompted her to search her heart.
    "I find that I'm falling in love with you, Reba," he'd said.
    She'd stared at him, surprised by his admission, but strangely, giddily happy. "I'm flattered, Dodd, really I am," she'd told him. "But surely you've mistaken a deep liking for love. After all, I'm several years older than you and I-I am a married woman. Besides, a man like you could have his pick of women."
    "I've picked you." He had caressed her face tenderly. "I've admired you from afar for many years and when you almost died, I promised myself that I would go to you and-"
    "Don't say anything else. Please."
    She had tried to stay away from him, tried to concentrate on the joy of having a new grandson in her life, tried to remain faithful to her unfaithful husband. During the past six weeks, whenever Dodd had called her, she'd put him off, telling him she wasn't ready for an affair. But a few days ago, she realized that her feelings for Dodd Keefer were stronger than her will to resist infidelity. She wasn't quite sure when it had happened or how, but she had fallen out of love with Jim and in love with Dodd.
    Reba owned a rustic chateau high in the mountains. This had been a place where her son, Jim, Jr., and his young friends used to come to let off steam, and then later on he and his wife had used it for weekend getaways. After their deaths, Reba had thought about selling it, but instead she'd handed it over to a Realtor to lease as a rental property. Then this past summer, when she'd been recuperating, she'd hired a contractor to update and re-model the A-frame mountain house. They had finished up a few days ago, so the place hadn't been rented again.
    After fishing the key from her purse, Reba climbed the wooden steps to the front entrance, unlocked the door, opened it and walked into the two-story great room. A shiver of