The Good Wife(63)
“Yes, he is.” Sarah pushed up to gaze down into his face, unable to make out more than just a glint of eyes and teeth. “How can she be so desperate? She doesn’t need a man that bad. Jude is a loser. Makes me sick that she’s settling for him.”
“It won’t last,” Boone said, pulling her back down and shifting her weight on top of him.
She hitched a breath as he parted her legs, sliding her thighs onto either side of his hips. “You don’t think so?”
“No. Kit wants a family. That’s why she broke up with Richard. She wanted more, not less.”
“None of us liked Richard, and yet now he looks like a prince next to Jude.”
“Baby, Jude’s just a rebound. He won’t last. I’m sure of it.” Boone’s palm had been making slow, light circles on the curve of her butt cheek and then slipped to that sensitive line just under the cheek where her glutes met her hamstring and she shivered. He traced the line again and the air caught in her throat as everything inside her turned on.
Stretching up, Sarah claimed Boone’s mouth, kissing him slowly, letting the bubble of desire warm and grow, until her skin tingled and her breasts ached, nipples taut and sensitive against his hard chest.
She blinked, finding it nearly impossible to concentrate on the conversation with Boone’s hands in precarious places. “You really think so?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“I don’t have to worry?” she murmured, senses swimming.
“No.” His lips covered hers, even as his hand slipped between her thighs and Sarah arched as he found the places she most wanted touched.
He kissed her sighs right out of her mouth. Boone was a man who took his time, and he most definitely took his time now.
Much later, pleasured, satiated, she yawned, ready to sleep. “Thanks, babe,” she said, so drowsy she wasn’t sure she could keep her eyes open another minute.
“Love you, Sarah.”
“I hope you do.”
He was silent and she was thinking he’d fallen asleep. But then he broke the quiet, saying, “Why don’t you go see Meg and your dad this weekend?”
She opened her eyes. “This weekend?”
“It’s Mother’s Day weekend. Why don’t you take the kids and go?”
“They’ve got school, Boone, and it’s a long flight.”
“So let’s find someone to stay with them, and you go for the weekend.”
“And leave the kids for Mother’s Day?”
“If you don’t make a big fuss about it, we’ll just tell them we’re celebrating when I’m back.”
She said nothing, weighing the possibility in her mind, thinking it was a lot of money and a lot of flying for just a couple of days.
“If you don’t want to go, don’t,” he said as the silence stretched. “But if you’re tempted, do go. After everything you’ve told me, I think your family needs you more for Mother’s Day this year than our kids.”
Ten
Sarah flew to San Francisco Friday morning. It was five weeks to the day since Jack’s funeral, and yet now that she was back in the Bay Area, with the bright blue sky dotted with wispy white clouds, she felt as though she’d never left.
Brianna borrowed Mom’s car to pick her up from the airport, and she filled Sarah in on the way back to Dad’s house.
“Nothing’s really changed,” Bree said, accelerating hard to pass a car and then slamming on the brakes to get the car tailing her to back off.
Sarah tensed, having forgotten what a madwoman Brianna was behind the wheel. “No?”
Bree shook her head. “I’m still staying with Dad. He’s still determined to be positive and upbeat, which means he’s frenetically busy. Kit and Jude are still dating, much to Dad’s disgust—”
“Dad doesn’t like Jude either?” Sarah interrupted.
“Can’t stand him. And I don’t know if it’s all the ink, or the bike, or the black leather, but he’s not a fan.”
“Kit has to end this.”
Brianna grimaced, thin fingers tapping the steering wheel. “I don’t see that happening anytime soon. She’s really into Jude.” She shot Sarah a quick look. “I keep waiting to hear that they’ve run away to Vegas together.”
“Stop!”
Brianna shrugged, shot her sister a rueful glance. “You know they’re living together.”
“What?”
“He moved in with Kit.”
Sarah’s eyes bugged, shocked and disgusted. Kit deserved so much better. She did. “But Kit said he has his own place, a little house in San Leandro, a couple of miles from her school.”