Free Dangerously in Love by Michele Kimbrough Page B

laughed gleefully at the thought of it.
    She wanted to take an assessment of what she had—decide what her next move should be. She figured parking would cost four dollars, which would leave her sixteen. She’d grab something to eat, and that would leave her with about ten. Where could she go with only ten dollars and a little less than a half tank of gas?
    She got out of the car and opened her trunk, periodically looking around to see if anyone was watching or walking by. She kept a gym bag there with clothes and running shoes. And cash.
Hallelujah!
She tore out of the parking garage, filled up the gas tank, and grabbed something to eat from a drive-thru. Next stop, Miami, and then to Spain.
    “But you were the next of kin. Wouldn’t you have been contacted and questioned?” Hill asked, jarring Caitlin from her thoughts.
    “They may have tried to contact me. I’ll never know. I left the country. When I finally did come back, I met Adam. The rest is history.” She looked at the time. “Speaking of Adam, I should be going. I love you, Hill. I hate leaving you. I wish we could be together forever.”
    “We could. Divorce Adam, and all our problems would be solved.”
    “I’ve thought about that. But I’d get nothing if I divorced him now. I have to wait until we’ve been married five years to get even just a little bit.”
    “Pre-nup?”
    She nodded. “It was the only way he’d believe I wasn’t after his money.”
    “Were you?”
    “Was I what?”
    “After his money?”
    “Of course not! I didn’t even know he had money until he proposed to me.”
    “Okay. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
    “Would it bother you, Hill? I mean, if I divorced him now, would it bother you that I’d have nothing?”
    “No. I don’t care about that. Of course, it would be nice if you were loaded. But it’s not a deal breaker if that’s what you’re worried about.”
    She looked relieved. “I love you,” she said again and kissed him. “Shower with me.”
    “Okay,” he said, happy to oblige.

18

At Caitlin’s request, Hill arrived at the rear edge of the Church property at nightfall. Caitlin had left the golf cart for him so he could drive it to the bungalow unseen. As he approached, he saw her standing in the cabana, looking up to the sky, perhaps star gazing. He parked the cart and crept up behind her, startling her.
    “It’s okay, it’s just me,” Hill whispered as he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck.
    Her fragrance was different, bolder, more seductive. He ran his hands along the front of her pelvis, inching her skirt up until her panties were exposed. The warm breeze caught her breath as his fingers roamed beneath the elastic band of her panties, pressing against her sex. Rubbing. Taunting. Feeling her wet response to his touch. Her moans were heavier than before, more alluring. She leaned back, her head against his chest, caressing his strong thighs as he grew longer, harder—desiring her, pressing himself against her.
    “Hill?” Caitlin’s voice called out from behind him.
    He glanced back and saw Caitlin standing there, a baffled expression on her face. Shocked, he yanked his hands from the woman he’d been unknowingly violating and turned toward Caitlin.
    “Cate? I—I thought . . .” He looked at the woman, who finally turned around to face him. “Oh, shit. I’m—I . . .” He ran his hand through his hair. “Shit.”
    “Aw, does that mean you don’t wanna play with me anymore?” the woman asked with a pout. “You were so scrumptious,” she said.
    For a second, Hill felt a strong desire for her, but he forced that urge out of his mind. He looked at Caitlin, her bewilderment transforming into a grin, as if she were unaffected by all of this.
    “Hill, this is my dear friend, Amelia Morales.”
    He extended his hand to shake hers. She smiled at him in a seductive way.
    “Nice to meet you, Hill,” Amelia said, staring up into Hill’s eyes, smiling seductively as she