Chapter 27
Karl did his best to keep his voice down as he and Loretta walked between the wagon and the house, hoping the woman inside wouldn't be near a window. Having to constantly drag his eyes away from Loretta's legs in the thin black pants she'd changed into only made his agitation worse. The brief outline of her shape against the dark fabric was somehow more enticing than her form-fitting leather.
"You should have told me we were visiting your mother, Loretta. Even I'm not thick enough to miss a family resemblance that strong."
"What difference would it have made?" she said. "Besides, she's not my mother. I'll die a happy woman if I never see that b***h again. This is my grandmother, my father's mother. One of the few people in my family worth staying in contact with."
"So we're
