Ace asked, “Is there something we can help you with, ma’am? Are you all right?”
The woman smiled and nodded. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m just awfully nervous. You see, I recognized the three of you because—well, because—”
Softly, Kemp filled in for her. “Divine Morality?”
Guiltily, she nodded. “I think what she’s doing is terrible.”
That was their first confirmation that it was probably a woman behind this.
“She’s jealous, mean spirited, and I can’t believe I ever sat still long enough to listen to her.” She handed him a folded up note. “Bible study was good before she took over teaching it. Now all she does is go on and on about you and your friends. I see new posts there every week, and I just wish someone would stop her. I wanted to tell you I’m sorry for what she is putting you all through. I hope that helps,” she added as she pointed at the note.
Ace asked, “Do you have any idea why someone would do this?”
The woman nodded and said, “Jealousy, pure and simple. My name is Ann. Ann Sheridan. I’m sorry to distract you from your meal. I put my number in there. If there is anything I can do to help, I’d be happy to.”
To confirm his suspicion, Ace asked, “Are you ASheridan1334?”
The woman’s eyes widened a bit, and she nodded. “Yes.”
Ace said, “We saw your comment.”
“Oh, yes. I’m glad you did before she deleted all the negative ones that didn’t line up with her hypocritical viewpoint.”
Ace nodded. “We saw that, too.”
“Well, I wish you luck. Just know that not everybody believes as she does.” Her little boy tugged on her hand as she turned to Summer and said, “Miss Heston, I plan to visit your shop sometime very soon. I wish you all blessings and good luck.”
The lady’s kind words brought a blush to Summer’s cheeks, and she replied, “Thank you.”
Mrs. Sheridan nodded to them and went on her way.
Beside him, Summer whispered, “Wow.”
Ace opened the folded note and read the name.
Summer asked, “Who is that? Is that the person behind the blog?”
Ace replied, “Yes. Along with her address and contact information, social media, and affiliations. It says here that she has a husband and a toddler.”
Kemp reached for the note, and Ace handed it to him. “This name sounds familiar to me.”
Summer scooted over and looked at the information with him. “The girls are going to be so thrilled that you have a lead.”
Ace felt like a hunting dog hot on a trail, but he wanted to take care of Summer tonight, too. “Can we put this on hold, just for this evening?”
Kemp looked him in the eye and smiled. “Just for tonight. Sure.” From his vantage point, Ace could see Kemp slide his palm over her thigh.
He’d told Ace it made sense that Ace be the one to show her affection in public, since it came more naturally to him. Kemp was prone to be quiet and in the background and didn’t mind as long as Summer was happy. As irresistible as Ace found Summer, he didn’t see how Kemp could keep his demonstrations of affection so subtle.
As if on cue, the waitress brought the bill, which Ace paid in cash. After the waitress returned with his change, he rose from the booth and helped Summer as she slid from it, too.
They walked her out to her Mazda Miata, and Ace murmured as he caressed her hips, “Just follow me, kitten. I won’t lose you.”
Summer blushed again and smiled as Ace leaned toward her and kissed her soft lips. He lingered there for a few seconds, sipping from her mouth and suckling gently on her lower lip as he inhaled her natural, womanly fragrance. Her hand came to rest on his forearm as if she needed to steady herself. He slid his right hand over her shoulder and threaded his fingers into the silky locks at her nape, then cradled her head and kissed her more deeply.
The essence of Summer’s mouth was sweet, and her silky tongue stroked his with hesitant flicks as her grip on his forearm increased. He hadn’t meant to take so long kissing her, but now that he’d gotten started he didn’t want it to end.
Her breath left her in a shuddering sigh as he finally withdrew from her lips. His cock throbbed, and he indulged in a fruitless, momentary fantasy, imagining how good sliding into her snug, silky pussy would feel. He stroked the back of her head and smothered a growl of satisfaction at the dazed look in her eyes.
In a dreamy voice, Summer whispered, “If there was an award for being a great kisser, you’d both be gold medalists.”
Ace chuckled. “Think so, kitten?”
“Oh, yes.” She drew the simple response out expressively, and his cock surged with need. Glancing at Kemp, she blushed and added, “You both would.”