Dangerous Deputy by Talya Bosco Page B

That’s all I need. A man with more baggage than I have.”
    “I don’t know.” He thrust deep with his hips. She groaned as the tip of his cock brushed against her back wall. “Big baggage can make up for a lot.”
    “I said a lot, not big.” She laughed.
    He slid out and thrust in again forcefully. “Big, a lot. Same difference.”
    Her laughter quickly turned into gasps as he sped up his movements. She sucked in her breath. “Damn. Nothing distracts you, does it?”
    “Not for long. At least not when it’s this fun.”
    Julia gave up complaining. He was right. It was fun. And she was tired of talking. It was time to get down to business.

Chapter Five
    Julia sat on the back porch drinking her coffee, enjoying the late-morning sun. She hadn’t realized until this weekend how much she had missed the normal peace and quiet she used to enjoy when she lived alone. With three kids, Carrie’s house was never quiet, and although Julia loved them all, the silence was heavenly.
    She took a last sip and went inside. They’d already had breakfast—after having sex on the kitchen table—and then Dennis had let her shower first. She’d gotten her things together and was only waiting for him to finish his own shower before she said good-bye. It stung that saying good-bye was the last thing she wanted. She’d enjoyed the weekend immensely, and not only the sex. Just being with Dennis had been fun. Talking with him, taking walks, watching movies, even grocery shopping had been enjoyable. She’d missed the kind of camaraderie that one had with a very good friend or lover.
    The phone rang, startling her with its shrill sound. Dennis, like Carrie and Jim, lived in the middle of nowhere, and cell phone reception was spotty at best. Landlines were much more common out here than they were in the city.
    The answering machine picked it up. “ Hey, Dennis. It’s Jim .” Julia froze at her brother-in-law’s voice. “ Just calling to check how the weekend was. How things with Julia went. I appreciate you doing this, buddy. We’re about to start back now. We’ll be home in a couple hours. Don’t bother calling me back. I’ll be in the car with Carrie and the kids and won’t be able to talk. You can tell me all about it at work tonight .” The click of a hang-up signaled the end of the call, and the machine reset itself. Silence overtook the room. She stood there for what seemed like forever before reminding herself to move. She’d already brought her bag downstairs, so she grabbed it and headed for the front door.
    “Julia! Did I hear the phone?” Dennis’s voice rolled down the stairs.
    She didn’t bother answering. She slammed the door and headed out.
    Julia climbed into the car, tossing her bag into the backseat with more force than necessary. She heard the bag rip but paid it no mind as she turned the car on and pulled out of Dennis’s driveway as fast as she could.
    She drove for what seemed like hours without any conscious thought but knew it couldn’t have been longer than about ten or fifteen minutes before she pulled over. She was just outside town but didn’t remember getting there. There were no tree limbs or animal parts sticking to the car, so she assumed she had done perfectly well on autopilot.
    First things first, she reached for her phone to text her sister that she would be home later that night, after Jim had left for work. She was not in the mood to see him, and knew she would regret whatever it was she ended up saying to him.
    With at least five hours to kill, Julia was at a loss for what to do. She knew she should calm down and think about what she had just learned, but she was too wound up for that. If she thought about the message Jim had left, she would just get angrier by the minute. She was in no mood to be rational.
    Retail therapy usually helped her when she was down, but it gave her too much time to think. The more she thought about the situation, the angrier she would get. She needed