What does a man do when he discovers a woman dressed in sexy lingerie laying on her porch on a chilly evening?
Jack McBride carries the woman into her house and makes a valiant attempt to warm her up. Bailey Taylor, struggling to come to terms with a husband who can't keep his hands off other women, seduces Jack McBride into pleasuring her. Unable to control himself when Bailey bares herself to him, Jack gives her the pleasure she is so desperately seeking.
Bailey starts receiving suggestive emails from Jack, but he denies sending them to her. She wants to believe him as the two of them tumble into a hot erotic affair.
Is Jack telling the truth or is there another man watching Bailey's every move?
"Hey, knock it off," a female voice said.
"What the hell?" Jack moved to the side and lowered the lighter, trying to see the body that accompanied the voice. A woman lay on the porch, barely covered by a satiny red bra and a scrap of matching panties. He squatted down next to her bare feet, holding the lighter in the direction of her face. "Are you okay?"
"Go away. Leave me alone."
Her voice was husky sounding, reminding him of a porn star. He'd given up watching the occasional porn movie after he'd gotten married six years ago and had lost interest after his divorce two years ago. "Are you sick or hurt?" As far as he could tell her eyes were closed. She didn't look like Abby's daughter, Bailey, because this woman had dark colored hair.
"Go away," she said again.
"It's thirty freaking degrees outside, lady, and you're dressed for," he paused. Seduction.
"I'm dressed how I want to be dressed."
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Jack McBride. I live across the street. I've been keeping an eye on Abby's place."
"My mother is dead."
The lighter momentarily clicked off as surprise rolled through him. This woman who lay half naked on a cold hard porch was Abby's daughter. He remembered the bleached blonde hair, and the sad eyes. Flicking the lighter back on, he stood and stepped sideways until he was flush with her head.
Squatting down next to her, he held the lighter near her face. Her eyes were closed and she almost looked like she was sleeping. Jack lightly touched her shoulder, feeling the smooth, silky skin that felt like a half frozen ice cube.