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if the animal could actually understand what he said. In return, Peter appeared to listen attentively. They’d established this new rapport shortly after Arlene and Allie moved out last year, leaving the cat behind. His growing attachment to Peter surprised him; he’d never thought of himself as a cat person. But it sure as hell beat talking to himself in the evenings.
    He measured out the coffee and shoved the pot against the tile backsplash. Then he took a clean mug from the cupboard and set it out where the girl would find it. He checked to make sure there was half-and-half in the fridge and sugar in the bowl. He imagined her coming in here in the morning, feeling a little bit lost, and finding the familiar comforts of home laid out for her. It was the least he could do.
    He climbed the stairs to the master bedroom and undressed in the dark, then went to the window overlooking the back yard and shoved it open to let in the night air. The honeysuckle bush he’d planted for Arlene on their fifteenth anniversary gave off its sweet, haunting perfume right below the window, sending a stab of confusion and regret through him. He wished he understood better what had happened between them. She had never given him a reason for leaving that made any sense to him.
    A sudden movement down in the yard caught his eye.
    He jerked back from the window.
    It was Macy. In the moonlight. Clothing optional.
    Moving forward a hair’s breadth, he peeked around the edge of the casement. With the lights off in his room, he realized she couldn’t see him. He grew bolder. From this window, the screen of plantings that gave privacy three quarters of the way around the hot tub didn’t block his view. He watched as she lay back, motionless, her eyes closed and face upturned. The jets were turned on, so the water swirled and coursed around her, revealing and then hiding her naked breasts.
    His cock jumped to attention.
    Her breasts were on the small side, in keeping with the slender proportions of her lithe little body, and her nipples were dark. Exposed to the water and night air, they puckered sweetly; even from here he could see the tips were firm and pointed. He licked his lips, imagining those nipples against his tongue, imagining what her latte-colored skin might taste like.
    Her hand moved languidly to one side, found the controls, and turned off the jets. The water stilled, imitating a calm forest pool now, lighted from beneath. The details of her lower body were indistinct, but through the slowing ripples he could see how her waist nipped in and her hips flared. He could make out the dark triangle where her thighs met her flat belly. His cock pulsed, got harder. He put his hand there to still it. The next thing he knew he was rubbing himself and staring at the girl’s naked breasts.
    This was bad. Really bad.
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    Macy’s thoughts drifted like the scent of honeysuckle wafting across the yard. The night air was velvet on her face, caressing her breasts where they stuck out of the water. The liquid warmth surrounded her, buoyed her. For the first time since this whole ordeal began yesterday, she began to feel some small degree of peace.
    How much of her improved mood was this awesome hot tub? And how much was because Mr. Preston inspired in her a feeling of trust? She felt as if she could lay her troubles on his broad shoulders now and have faith that everything would work out. He had said he’d get her out of this mess, and she believed him.
    Judging from the man’s spacious home in this well-to-do neighborhood, he was good at his job. Successful. And he was definitely hot in that older-guy kind of way. Why wasn’t he married or living with someone? Was he gay?
    Nah. She remembered the way he’d been watching her at the burger place. He had definitely checked out her breasts.
    It was really kinda sad that a handsome guy like him went to bed all alone on a Friday night. But maybe he’d had a date that he’d had to cancel on her