A Witch and Her Man (Jeff and Gail) by G.E. Stills Page A

on you than me." His lips quirked in a smile.
     
    He watched as Gail turned, stood on her tiptoes and reached for a glass out of the cupboard. The tail of his shirt pulled up, revealing she was not wearing any panties. Her curvy butt gave way to shapely legs and bare feet. He had little doubt his shirt was the only thing she was wearing.
     
    Gail took a glass from the cupboard and poured him some lemonade. "I hope you like this, it's freshly squeezed." When he cocked his head, she added in jest, "Freshly squeezed right out of a can."
     
    "Thanks, it's perfect." He took a long swig, set the glass on the table and sat.
     
    "Greta?"
     
    "She went back to her apartment to do some things. She thought it would be okay since you were here. She told me call when you got ready to leave."
     
    "Fine."
     
    Gail busied herself by serving up two plates of spaghetti for dinner. "I didn't know whether to fix breakfast or supper." She set his plate in front of him, went to the fridge and pulled out the two bowls of salad she had made earlier. "I finally decided on supper."
     
    With him set up, Gail began fixing her own plate and took a seat across the table from him. She did not broach the subject of his activities or statement from the previous night. He asked about her work for the past week. After she told him about her week, he engaged her in other conversation while they ate.
     
    "So are you going to stay again tonight?" she asked.
     
    "I'm afraid not, but I'll miss that soft, wonderful smelling pillow I slept on last... this morning."
     
    "Silly, those were my breasts, not a pillow, you slept on."
     
    "Oh well, no wonder they were so soft and smelled so nice," he smiled. "I'm sorry I came over in the middle of the night and imposed on you. I should've stayed home."
     
    "Nonsense. Your coming over was no imposition. I was glad to have you with me... just to hold on to. I slept great having you next to me."
     
    "Thanks for understanding," he said and looked at his watch. "Damn. I need to go. Carefully, he avoided letting his gaze drift below her luscious lips. Instead, he let it fix on the fabulous depths of her green eyes. "I sure as hell don't want to, but I must."
     
    He opened his phone and dialed a number. "Greta?"
     
    "Hi, Jeff."
     
    "I'm getting ready to leave."
     
    "Be there in ten."
     
    "Thanks." He broke the connection.
     
    When Greta pulled into the drive, he headed for the door. "Sorry to eat and run."
     
    Without saying a word, she walked with him, her hand in his. He pulled her close and kissed her. "Thank you for last night," he whispered against her lips.
     
    "You're welcome." She hugged him tight while Greta watched him from the doorway. He waved to Greta and drove away.
     
    ****
     
    Jeff drove to the police station, parked inconspicuously across the street and waited for Captain Tom Bradford to arrive. Through discreet inquires he had learned Tom's work schedule. I still find it hard to believe. A police chief! Mr. Bradford, you're going to get a visit from yours truly.
     
    He speculated out loud while he watched. "Are you the alpha dog in this pack of wolves or is there someone you answer to? I guess I'll find out when I ask you. You may not want to tell me but rest assured, you will in the end. Whatever I discover, I must be headed down the right path. There haven't been any attempts on Gail's life or even any phone calls. Just as in football, sometimes the best defense is a good offense. I intend to be as offensive as possible."
    ****
     
    Using the tracing abilities of the police department, Tom discovered the disconnected phone call had originated from Felix's house. Repeated attempts to call Felix on his cell and his ground line had gone unanswered.
     
    He knows better than to call me at the station. Then when I call the fuck on his cell, he won't answer. Unless he can give me a damn good reason, I'm gonna ream his ass this afternoon when I see him.
     
    When Felix and Al failed to show for