Just For Tonight
By Kimberly Nicole
I got the job, I told Rhiannon via f*******: Messenger. Even though you tried your best to stop me.
Rhiannon: When do you start?
Rachel: Monday.
Rhiannon: Come over now.
I immediately jumped in my car and drove from my small Indiana town to the next, parked behind the black truck, and let myself in the dark, two-story house.
She was waiting for me in the downstairs guest room, lights off, on the bed, naked. She was short, thin, and sinewy, with long brown hair and a freckled face that made her look younger than her thirty-four years.
“I missed you,” she said. “How long has it been?”
“Six months.” I lay on the bed beside her and stroked her hair. “I know the only reason I got this job is because Cam remembered me from seeing me here. She knows so
