Free Double Take by Kendall Talbot Page B

future together. And occasionally, when all the busy aspects of their lives were in place, they had sex too.
    She touched up her hair, applied a little makeup and chose a dress she’d never worn. Gemma had bought the beautiful halter-neck dress on a whim, just after she’d met Murray. But so far they hadn’t been anywhere suitable to wear it. The silky floral fabric was just a little too fancy for the movies.
    For the first time ever she didn’t wear any underwear. It felt exhilarating—and just a little bit naughty—cooking dinner with practically nothing on. She had to be extra careful not to spill anything on her dress but it was worth it. Michael Jackson’s ‘Black or White’ was playing on the radio when she heard the front door open. She started to sing along, pretending she didn’t know he was home.
    He whistled. Exactly the reaction she was hoping for, and she turned with the wooden spoon in her hand and smiled.
    Murray walked to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, bending to kiss her. “You look lovely,” he said. “Got a date?”
    â€œYes, with you. The boys aren’t home, remember?”
    â€œHow could I forget?” He cupped her cheek in his warm palm. “How did you go with the police?” Damn, she’d hoped to get at least one glass of wine into him before he asked. She handed him the glass that she’d poured earlier, but as she told him what happened he didn’t even take a sip. This wasn’t going exactly to plan.
    â€œYou should have seen the way he looked at me. I felt like a fool.” She turned away and ran the spoon around the pot. “When I told him their ages he said kids were known to exaggerate.”
    â€œBut what did he say when you showed him the tape?” She didn’t reply, and he reached for her arm. “You did show him the tape, Gemma?”
    â€œI was so embarrassed. I didn’t get that far.”
    Murray moved to the kitchen table and sat down. She had deliberately left the tape in the middle and he picked it up now. “I don’t understand. He wouldn’t have thought you were foolish if you’d shown him this tape.” He ran his fingers over his moustache.
    â€œI thought about that and realised we have no proof the tape is real.”
    His face screwed into a frown. “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t they believe this is real?”
    â€œI don’t know. I just thought it would be more convincing if we had more proof.”
    â€œProof. Like what?” Finally he sipped his wine, a big sip actually.
    â€œPhotos.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œWell, I thought we could get photos of the robbers going in or out of the boatshed… See what they look like.”
    â€œWhat? How?”
    She shrugged. “Maybe we could hide under the shed?”
    â€œMy God, Gemma, that’s dangerous.”
    â€œThe boys did it.” Gemma turned off the hotplate and walked over to him. She slipped her bottom onto the table, facing him, forcing him to move his chair back a little.
    â€œThis isn’t a movie, you know. This is actually happening.”
    â€œI know, and it’s so exciting. Come on, Murray, it’s more than a week until the race. We have heaps of time to go back to the police. Can’t we have a little fun first?” She reached up, undid the knot at the base of her neck and let the front of her dress fall, gradually exposing her naked breasts. Murray’s tongue flicked across his bottom lip. Now she had his attention. Her nipples hardened and a flutter tickled her insides. She couldn’t wait to see his reaction when he realised she wasn’t wearing any underpants. Murray reached up to squeeze her nipple and she arched her back to greet him.
    He sucked the air between his teeth and she parted her legs, wanting him to explore beneath her dress. She leant forward and unbuttoned his shirt. It was her turn to tweak his