CHAPTER NINE
RITA STRETCHED ON THE SOFA, COUNTing her sensations. The first was tingling satisfaction. The two and a half hours in the van had been almost like turning back time. There'd been a hunger in Ted for their old ways that matched her own and she wondered where he'd found strength enough to drive home afterward-or to go back out when Jens had called another emergency meeting. The next was the smoothness of the upholstery against the skin on her back and the backs of her legs. Then there was the intimacy of her half-bra, cupped against the swell of the lower sides of her breasts and of the see-through bikini panties, that barely covered the dark patch on her loins. And there was that breath of breeze that eased the late afternoon heat. Overall, was contentment.
Ted would be home
