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Jerry moved his hand up and rubbed her arm.
    “Yes, your favorite.” Nervously, she took his hand and placed it on his lap.
    “I love everything chocolate.” Jerry’s lips brushed against her earlobe. “Everything.”
    He made a slight movement toward her and she shot up off the couch. “Let me check it now.” She ran into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, she started moving pots and pans out of the dishwasher and putting them away. She peeked in the fridge at the cheesecake. Not that she needed to, but she needed the excuse.
    She went to the counter and into the flatware drawer and pulled two forks out. She froze before turning. Jerry stood behind the kitchen island staring at her.
    “I just came in to get some of your famous sun tea.”
    “Oh.” Even though that’s what he said, the look on his face and the tone of his voice said, Come here, and let me fuck you until we both can’t walk straight.  
    “You’re in luck. I made a fresh batch a couple of days ago.” She pointed to the fridge.
    He headed toward it, not once taking his eyes off her. He continued looking at her as he opened the door, his gaze smoldering. Nothing new. He had that look every waking moment. She wondered if he looked at all women like that, or was it just her overactive imagination.
    “So what’s this book you’re working on?”
    Shit . Why did he have to bring that up? “Like I told you the other day, just your regular romance erotica.” She looked down at her sandaled feet. She needed to redo her toenails.
    “You know, when you try to keep something from me, you have a habit of looking at your feet. Been like that for the past fifteen years.” He took a gulp of tea.
    “Okay, it’s a bit more complicated than that.”
    He cocked his head waiting for her to say more.
    “I’m sure Marty told you already,” she said, with her hand on her hip.
    “I want to hear it from you.” He took another sip of tea, his eyes hooded and searching.
    She took a deep breath. “It’s a ménage à trois.”
    “Yes, and if I understand correctly, you’re having writer’s block. You know what they say, write what you know.” He took the last gulp of tea and sat the glass down on the counter.
    Lacy noticed his gray eyes getting darker by the second. “Then I won’t be writing this book.” She headed to the napkin dispenser and grabbed a handful and placed them in the basket. And nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt Jerry’s strong hand on her arm.
    “That’s no good. This situation can be solved in a couple of nights.” He winked.
    Lordy .
     
    ***
     
    Marty drove up in the driveway and noticed the bright red sports car parked next to Lacy’s prize roses. Jerry .
    How he’d wanted to be the fly on the wall when Jerry walked in. How did Lacy react when Jerry broached the subject? Had he approached her? Better question, how would Marty react if he walked in and saw them in a loving embrace? But knowing Lacy, he didn’t have to worry about that scenario.
    He got out of the car, unlocked the door and walked in. It was eerily quiet. “Hello?”
    “In the kitchen.” Lacy ran out. “Look who’s here.”
    Marty smiled when he saw the look on his buddy’s face. Yeah, he’d tried something and it backfired. Oh well, they had plenty of time.
    “Hey man!” Marty shook his hand, gave him a hug and a pat on the back. “How’s it going?”
    “Real good. Like I was telling Lacy, now that I’m away from the office, everything’s great.”
    They all laughed.
    “How’s being independently wealthy?” he asked, punching Marty playfully in the arm.
    “Never better. Just trying to find new worthy charities to give to. Thinking about going into teaching, too.”
    “Engineering, no doubt.” He handed him a glass of sun tea.
    “You got it. Enough about us. Tell us the latest.”
    “You and Lacy love office gossip. That’s sad.” They snickered as they made their way to the den.
    After they got the dish on who was dating