Neighbors PetChapter 8
Stan Wilson was even more handsome by candle-light, Beth ardently reflected as she studied his dark-eyed face expectantly smiling at her across the table. His strong, masculine hand rested caressingly over hers on the white linen of the tablecloth, its virile warmth telegraphing little shivers of anticipated delight along her spine. They sipped martinis and spoke in low tones, spoke in near- whispers of suggestive moments to come, until the thought of the way she had deceived Jay with the...