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on her waist to save her.
    “Elizabeth?”   Oh
god…his mother!  
    “Yes?”   Praying her voice sounded normal.
    “Do
you still want to go out this afternoon?”
    “Um…”   Her eyes widened and she glanced down at
him.   He nodded.   “Sure!”
    “Wonderful.
Bring a sweater in case it gets chilly this evening.”
    “Yep. Be down in a minute!”   They heard her walk away.   He
started to giggle.   She put her hand over
his mouth.   “Shhh! She might hear you and come back!” she whispered.   He stopped and kissed her palm.   “Oh my God…”   That was mortifying.   She dropped
her hands to her sides.
    “Bethie,
we’re adults and she likes you. It’s okay.”
    She
got off his lap.   “She’s like a second
mom to me, Jacob. It’s a big deal. You need to sneak out to another part of the
house. I’m sure she saw your bike.”  
    Was
it obvious she’d been making out?   She
went into the bathroom.   Her lips were
bright pink, cheeks flushed, and her hair needed brushing.   Oh, yeah, and her bra was undone.
    God, that was close.
    “See
you tonight?” he asked, watching her cool her face.
    “I
don’t know.”
    “Why not?”
    “’Cause I’ll be with your mother .”
    He
shrugged.   “So I’ll hang out here for the
day.
    “ Here? ”
    “In the house .”
    “Oh.”   That was a relief.
    He
turned her face to him and kissed her again.   It was short.   “See you later,
love.”
    “Uh-huh.”   He kept turning her into Dreamy-Beth.   Oh, I’m
in so much trouble …
    He
left.   She heard a door open and shut
down the hall.   When she finally felt
presentable, she walked downstairs and found him chatting with Mrs. Lindsey.
    “Did
Mother wake you, Beth?”   Stinker.  
    “Uh, no. I was just in the middle of something. Sorry to keep you waiting, Mrs. Lindsey.”
    “It’s
alright, dear. There was no rush. Shall we?”
    “Yep.”
    Vivian
placed her hand on his arm, a gesture of affection.   “Goodbye, dear. Do
you have plans today?”
    “Nope. Maybe some writing.”
    “Then
perhaps we can reunite for dinner. Come along, Elizabeth. I’ll show you my favorite spots as
a girl.”  
    Mrs.
Lindsey took her purse from a servant on the way to the door.   Beth followed, glancing back at him just
before she walked outside.   He winked at
her.

 

Chapter Eight
    Jacob
was in the conservatory testing a melody on the piano when he heard their
voices.   The front door shut as he walked
into the foyer.   “There are my two
favorite ladies.”   They turned and smiled
at him, both carrying shopping bags.   “Have
fun?”
    Beth
nodded.   “Vivian took me to this really
old bookstore that only carries vintage texts!”
    “Ahhh. There goes any hope of seeing you surface the rest of
your vacation,” he teased.
    “That
is an exaggeration, sir.”
    “We
also went to the art museum,” his mother said.
    “Is that what they’re calling clothing
stores these days?”
    “Hush.”   Mother thrust her bags into his hands.   “Be a good boy and carry these to my room.”
    “ Yes , Mum.”
    They
giggled as he walked away.   His girl and
his mother bonding—no good could come from this.
    He
put his mother’s loot by her closet and left her room.   Coming down the hall, he saw Beth enter her
bedroom and slipped in behind her.
    “Jacob!”
    “What?”   He took the bag out of her hand and wrapped
his arm around her waist.   “I missed
you.”
    “It
was only a few hours.”   Her breathing
quickened when he nibbled on her neck.   “Stop that.”
    “But
you like it,” he said, grinning against her throat.
    “I
don’t want a mark.”
    “I
can find a place that doesn’t show.”
    She
pushed him away.   “We need to get
downstairs.”
    He
sighed.   “As you wish.”   He’d only get her alone later.
    Mum
was speaking to her cook about the night’s menu.   “There you are. Does Chinese work for both
you?”
    “Sure.”
    “She
just means takeout,