Beers, Lies and Alibis (Warblers Point Series Book 2) by Meghan Quinn

were connected so intimately.  
    Fiona leaned forward, adding a new angle to their pleasure. Booker thrust up into her as he hit a spot inside her she’d never felt before. The sensation was overwhelming.  
    “Oh God!” Fiona moaned, as she placed her lips on Booker’s, needing to have every last inch of their bodies touching.  
    Booker was frantic. His hips moved up and down as his hands roamed her body and his mouth explored hers, his tongue tangling with hers.  
    Everything exploded at that moment. She felt herself contract around Booker as she screamed his name and continued to work him up and down. Her legs went completely numb as her core seized from the pleasure that rocketed through her body. Booker followed her over and shook as he tried to regain his strength from their explosive connection.  
    Fiona collapsed on top of Booker and they both laughed when the remains of mashed potatoes flew to the sides of the bed.  
    Booker kissed her forehead and said, “You have some laundry to do.”
    Fiona propped her head up and said, “Me? Oh no, I don’t think so.”  
    She started to get up, but Booker flipped her on her back and started attacking her with kisses, avoiding all mashed potato infested areas. She loved this man, so damn much.  

Chapter 4
    “How are you feeling today?”  
    She hated that question, absolutely despised it actually. How was she feeling? It was such an open-ended question. How was she supposed to describe how she was feeling when her entire life was hanging on by a thread? The medicine was supposed to help, but she didn’t feel any differently, she didn’t see any changes.  
    “Fine,” she lied.  
    “Can you elaborate?”
    She didn’t speak, she just looked down at the silver-encrusted bracelet she was wearing.  
    “The point of you coming here is so you can talk about…”
    “I actually don’t want to be here so, if you don’t mind, I think I’m going to get going.”
    She grabbed her purse and started to get up when the doctor said, “Neala, sit down.”
    Neala looked at her parents’ friend and sat down, not because he told her to, but because people were invested in her well-being. Her parents wanted her to get better and she needed to get better for her daughter. Deep down, Neala knew Liam would be able to take care of Catherine, no problem, if something ever happened to her, but Neala couldn’t imagine leaving her daughter to grow up motherless.  
    Phil, her doctor and parents’ friend continued, “Now, please tell me how you really are feeling.”
    Neala sat back in her seat while crossing her legs, making sure to pull down the hem of her skirt so she didn’t show off her Britney.  
    “You really want to know how I am…Phil?” Neala dragged out his name. “I feel like fucking fungus trapped in a drunk man’s dick hole, okay? I feel like I could walk around Main Street and punch every person who walks toward me just for breathing the same air as me.” She leaned in closer and said, “I feel like ripping off that food-encrusted mustache of yours and shoving it so far up your ass, it will tickle your small intestine.”
    Phil shifted in his seat and cleared his throat as Neala sat back with smirk crossing her face.
    He made a quick note on his notepad before saying, “I think we need to change your medication.”
    “You think?”
    “Sarcasm isn’t going to get you very far…”
    Neala held up her hand. “I’m going to stop you right there, Phil. The reason I am here is to please my parents and find the treatment I need. What I don’t need is you telling me how to live my life. You are supposed to sit there for an hour, nod your head at my pathetic life and then write me a prescription, got it? Keep your comments to yourself. You are not my parents and you’re sure as hell not my husband.”
    The mention of Liam perked Phil up.  
    “How is Liam?”
    “How should I know? I don’t talk to him and it’s best that way.”
    “But