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“Of course. Have you called her grandson, Billy?” I ask.
“No, but if you give me his number I will,” he answers.
“That's okay, I will call him and have him meet me there.”
“Okay, hold on, C.” I hear him attempt to cover the mic on the phone and then say, “Mrs. Cox, just go back in the office, dear, someone will bring you something to drink.” His hand slips from the phone and he’s back on. “Please hurry, C,” he says, talking to me again.
“I will, tell her I am on my way.”
Crap, what the hell has she gotten into now? I grab my clothes from the floor. “Jesus, I can't go into a church looking like this and smelling like sex,” I mutter, looking down at myself.Oh my God, I was talking on the phone to a pastor while I was naked... damn, that has to be a sin, right?Shaking my head to clear the thought, I focus back on what I need to be doing. I need to shower real quick. Grabbing my clothes, I run back through Linc's bedroom to the adjoining bathroom and turn on the light. What the fuck does this guy do for a living? I mean, seriously, a jetted tub that you have to step down into, which I swear would take no less than an hour to fill, sits to the left. Beside it is a large shower with glass doors. An all marble, double-bowl sinks sit along the right wall, and is that toilet seat heated? Holy shit! He has a bidet! I can't look anymore, if I do, I'm just going to go downstairs and get all my shit and move in. Sliding the shower door open my eyes go wide. It is huge, all tile with a bench that goes around the back and along one side. Stepping in, I look at the shower and all I can mutter is, “How... Why?” There have to be six showerheads scattered along the front and side walls. Some are on poles so you can adjust the height and angle of the showerhead. I can't even see a knob to turn the water on and I don't have time to figure it out. Looking back to the door, I see a robe hanging on a hook. Throwing it on I gather my clothes and run out of the condo, down to the entryway door, moving the rock to hold it open while I check the mailbox.
“Yes.” The locksmith came and the keys are in my mailbox. Grabbing the keys out, I slide the rock back to the corner of the lobby and run back up to my condo and head straight to the shower. I quickly shampoo my hair and scrub body wash on with my loofah cloth, running the cloth through my legs I wince. Dang, it’s sore, but not like my face. This is different because it makes me remember where he was and a warm, rolling sensation rushes through my core, making my thighs clench, and I can feel myself getting wet.Crap, stop thinking about it, C, you gotta get going.I rinse off in record time and run to my bedroom and dig through the boxes of clothes, grabbing a white T- shirt, fresh jeans, and sandals. I don't have time to do anything with my hair except run my fingers through it. I grab a light tan sweater, ’cause I know I will get cold going out with wet hair. I throw the keys, some money, and my phone in a small tan purse before rushing out.
Walking in the church, I find a very nervous Pastor Ryan pacing back and forth in front of the pulpit. His head shoots in my direction as he hears me come in the door.
“C?” he questions.
“Yes,” I answer back, heading toward him while looking around for Billy's grandmother. Relief washes over his face as he looks toward the ceiling like he is thanking God.
“What's going on, where's Kate?” I ask, reaching him.
“Follow me,” he answers. Turning, we go up some stairs to the right of the pulpit and through a door. Going down a long hallway he explains. “This is an awkward situation,” he states, clearing his throat, his face turning red.
“Okay, well, just start at the beginning,” I encourage.
“Well, it seems Mrs. Cox and Mr. Kane went off together during the church supper and found the room we keep the communal wine in.” He stops and rubs his forehead as if he is trying to erase an image out of his head.
“Who's Mr. Kane?” I ask.
“He is a member of the congregation,” he answers, looking back to me. Crossing his arms at his back he continues, “Anyway, to make a long story short. An employee was going in to clean the baptism pool for tomorrow’s services and found them in…” He coughs again. “In a compromising position, so to speak,” he finishes, his face turning red again.
“Oh, I see,” I try not to laugh, making a yikes face.
“Well, is Mr. Kane married?”
“No, he is a widower,” he replies.
“Okay, well, I know it’s embarrassing, but it sounds like two lonely people, who had a little too much to drink, did something totally natural, albeit somewhere inappropriate.” I shrug apologetically.
“Well, you should also know they were smoking a marijuana cigarette when they were found, and Mrs. Cox said she got it from you!” His voice rises, his judging eyes looking over at me sternly with quirked eyebrows.
Crap.
I sigh and admit. “That is true, but... do you have somewhere we can talk so I can explain.”
He looks at me intrigued and nods his head. We walk a few feet farther and he opens a door on the left, moving for me to walk in first. Walking in, I see we are in a conference room. He sits in a wingback chair and motions for me to sit in one exactly like it across from him. I explain what it is I do, how Kate is going through treatments for cancer, and that is why I gave it to her. He looks at me suspiciously for a minute but then says, “I did not realize Mrs. Cox was sick.” He sits quiet for a moment, his elbow on the arm of the chair, his fist resting against his mouth, then says, “You look familiar, who are your parents?”
“Emma and Charles Field,” I answer.
“I did not know your father, but yes, I remember your mother. A very lovely woman who always volunteered... well, for everything,” he finishes, looking at me with disappointment in his eyes.
I look away ashamed and reply, “Yes she was, I miss her very much.”
He sighs. “I understand you think this marijuana is helping her in some way, but she cannot be doing that here,” he scolds.
“Yes, I know. I am having some problems getting her to understand that she cannot do it in public. But please give me a chance to come up with a solution. I will think of something, I always do,” I plead.
He nods and says, “Okay, I am going to let this go, but it must never happen again. So please find a solution to the problem quickly. Now, let’s take you to her.”
