Skeletons in the Closet by Terry Towers Page B

little to no significance to Grant - if what Grant told her was true.
    Confused by her unexpected question Grant let his hand drop and sat up straight in his seat, his grey eyes studying her vibrant blue ones for a moment. "What kind of question is that?"
    Crossing her arms over her chest, Nikki glared at him. "I want to know if you fucked her, Grant."
    "W-what does it even matter?" His tone rose slightly, as he was visibly holding onto the last ounce of his patience.
    "It matters to me."
    Shoving the key into the ignition he started the car. "You really want to know?" he asked not looking at her, but instead focusing on backing out of the parking slot.
    "Well, I asked didn't I?" Nikki had to bite back her sarcasm; she was just being plain nasty now, she knew this, but again she couldn't help it.
    Now out of the parking slot, Grant shoved the car into gear, stomped on the gas and sent the car jolting forward. "Yes, I fucked her. Are you happy now?" He didn't bother to look in her direction, instead keeping his focus on the traffic as he sped out onto the highway.
    With a huff, Nikki directed her attention straight ahead, watching as the car zipped in and out of traffic as they headed for home. "For the record, if we had a sofa in my apartment, you'd be on it tonight, buster!"
    If Nikki had turned her head to look at Grant, she would have noticed the amused smirk formed on his lips as he drove home at speeds in excess of those posted.

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    It had been two days since they’d received the bad news about the marriage licence and as they sat in the jet plane waiting for it to take off on its way from Boston to San Francisco, California, in search of Diana Williams, Grant's patience with Nikki's attitude was wearing extremely thin.
    He had called the agency when they arrived home after receiving the bad news and from his understanding the agency had sent the divorce papers to her to sign, but she never did sign and return them so they could be properly processed. And they had 'forgotten' to inform Grant of that little hiccup in the plan.
    The agency sent a new set of papers for him and Diana to sign, but this time Grant didn't want any loose ends, he signed the papers and was going to be standing there watching Diana sign her name to them and file them personally. The agency assured him that they would see to it that the divorce went through quickly so he could carry on with his life with Nikki as planned.
    As the plane began to make its way down the runway, Grant heard Nikki's sharp intake of breath. This was her first time flying, and though she refused to admit it, she was evidently nervous. Reaching over he took her hand in his and gave it a little squeeze. Surprisingly, and to his relief, she didn't pull it out of his grasp like she'd been doing the past couple of days whenever he tried to initiate any type of physical contact.
    Thank heavens for small miracles , he thought as she clutched his hand.
    The way she'd been avoiding contact with him, he might as well have had the plague. What was even more shocking was the no sex. Nikki needed sex at least once a day when he was home, several times usually. She was determined to remain pissed; even if it deprived her of one of the things he knew she loved the most.
    Once the plane was in the air and flying at a nice steady pace, he felt a nudge in his side. When she realized she had his attention she leaned over to him so her mouth was almost touching his ear. A shiver ran down his spine at the feel of her warm breath caressing his ear and neck; his cock immediately took notice, rising to attention.
    "Give me a minute head start then join me in the bathroom," she whispered.
    "Huh?" Frowning, Grant pulled back and looked her square in the eye. "The bathroom of the plane? What for?"
    Nikki huffed and cocked her head, giving him her 'what do you think' look.
    "What? Does this mean you're over this whole anger bit you've been hanging onto the past couple of days?"
    "No it means I