Chapter Fifty:
Nick had come to anticipate, not to mention look forward to Inga meeting him at the front door each evening. She’d be there, standing all loose with a hip c****d, a drink in one hand and the other reaching for his arm. Inga always had a look of invitation about the eyes and a coy smile for Nick, particularly if she caught him peeking down at the plump breasts which swung unhaltered beneath her open shirt. Inga was quick with the sly jokes, the lusty innuendos, and he always seemed thirsty for her gutsy laugh.
But tonight the hall was dark and empty.
Normally, it would be cause for concern, but tonight more pressing thoughts prevailed. Nick went straight to Cloey’s bedside. “Have you heard from your sister? Did she drop around the house today?”
Cloey, a little startled by
