CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Jessica Huston could still control a man far better than any man could control her.
Except one.
When the Jag pulled up in the yard, Harry was sitting on his front porch, looking as if he was waiting for her to appear. She hopped from the car, scared out of her wits, but eager to get on with whatever was going to happen. She strolled toward the porch, pretty as ever, wearing a strapless pink dress that hugged her breasts, while the skirt fit tightly to her shapely hips and bottom. “They say confession is good for the soul,” she said. She could hardly say the words, but she did need to start somewhere.
“Something you need to confess?” Harry said, unruffled.
“Yeah.”
He laughed under his breath “I didn’t expect you to be faithful, but I didn’t expect this so soon.”
