She Drives Me Crazy by Leslie Kelly Read Free Book Online

hardy-har-har, emphasis on the dick —tation session. Nope, no surprise there. Not after last night's teary phone call, and the loud argument Jimbo'd had with Hannah this morning. Fighting with Hannah always made Jimbo want to have sex…with someone else. Not that Hannah suspected that Daneen was the someone else these days.
    Since it was after five-thirty, she began to gather her things to leave. Maybe she'd beat Johnny to the house and he'd never hear her phone message. She'd told him she was working late and he should heat up some leftovers in the microwave for supper.
    Grabbing her purse and keys, Daneen knocked lightly on the closed door of Jimbo's office. When she didn't receive an answer, she pushed it open and saw him at his desk, talking on the phone.
    "I told you it wouldn't matter," he said. "The paperwork is perfect. There's nothing she can do."
    She waited, wondering who he'd called, knowing the phone hadn't rung. Five minutes ago, they'd been panting and naked on his desk. He must've reached for the handset before he'd zipped up his fly. Well, didn't that make her feel special.
    "The tracks are covered. Nobody can do a thing. Do you think I don't know this town? Stop worrying."
    "Jimbo?" she whispered.
    He looked up and saw her standing there, then impatiently waved her out with his hand, not saying a word. Daneen stiffened, hot moisture rising in her eyes, to her absolute mortification.
    God, it killed her that she loved the son of a bitch. At least, she usually loved him…on the days she didn't hate his faithless guts.
    Backing out of the office, she blinked rapidly, righteous anger drying her tears. She turned on her heel and walked to the exit, prepared to give the door a good slam as she left. But as she reached it, she saw someone standing outside.
    "Came to get paid," Cora Dillon said as soon as Daneen unlocked the front door, which Jimbo had locked shortly before their five-minute interlude in his office. The woman tried to push inside. "I did some cleaning for Mr. Boyd today."
    Cora, one of Daneen's late mother's friends, was known far and wide as the nosiest busybody north of Atlanta. She'd just love to come inside and catch a hint of scandal, perhaps something as damning as Daneen's lipstick on Jimbo's chin. Not to mention the unmistakable aroma of illicit sex.
    "Sorry, we're closed." Daneen stepped out and tried to pull the door shut behind her. "You'll have to come back tomorrow."
    The steely-eyed old bat had the gall to stick her foot in the door and shoulder it back open. "Mister Boyd said I could get my money today. I know he's here, so I'll wait inside for him."
    Daneen gritted her teeth, wishing she'd left earlier, or at least sprayed down Jimbo's office with some air freshener. Busybodies had the noses of bloodhounds. Since their eyes were almost as deadly keen, she didn't even dare to glance down at her blouse to make sure she hadn't missed a button.
    That'd be the last thing she needed—for her father—or worse, Johnny , to hear rumors about her and Jimbo. He'd be devastated. Humiliated. And Daneen would die before hurting him.
    "You're wasting your time," she said to Cora, trying to sound unconcerned. "It'll be a very long wait. He's been in on that phone all afternoon, I barely got a minute with him today."
    God, it was hard to stay steady and meet the other woman's eyes. She did it, though, because Cora Dillon collected gossip the way some old ladies collected ceramic pigs or antique dolls: with single-minded precision.
    Daneen didn't want anyone to know about her secret affair with Jimbo. Not Hannah Boyd. Not Cora Dillon.
    And especially not Johnny.
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    CHAPTER THREE
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Trying to escape the view of the onlookers still pressed against the front window of the Joyful Grocery Store, Emma sank into the passenger seat of Johnny's SUV. Through half-lowered lashes, she watched him go around to get into the driver's side.
    Of all people in the world she hated to be indebted