Sooner or Later by Debbie Macomber Read Free Book Online Page A

line. But that didn’t add up, either.
    If this woman had that kind of wealth, she wouldn’t be working for the post office. As for someone—particularly a woman—suckering Murphy into doing something he didn’t want, well, Keller had yet to see that happen. Women weren’t a big temptation for Murphy. He disapproved of any type of distraction. Murphy claimed he’d saved Jack’s sorry ass more than once by keeping his pants zipped.
    Unfortunately, Keller had learned his lesson the hard way. He’d been set up by a pretty señorita a couple of years back and damn near had the bejesus beat out of him as a result. It’d taken nearly six months for him to heal, and he’d carry the scars of that encounter all of his life. Since then he’d stringently followed Murphy’s lead. A mission was a mission.
    Kansas, however, was a different story. He liked to brag about his sexual exploits, and to be fair, he’d had his share of women. He’d never quite figured out what it was about him that attracted them. One look in the mirror confirmed he wasn’t calendar material. He suspected it was his blue eyes. Women appeared to have a thing about blue eyes. Sinatra would testify to that. Brad Pitt, too.
    For reasons he didn’t want to examine too closely, Marcie Alexander came to mind. He’d been in town close to three weeks now and he’d yet to call on Marcie. Ever-welcoming Marcie. He could go six months or longer without contacting her, and the minute she saw him all was forgiven.
    He couldn’t remember where he’d met the blonde. Probably some bar. The hairdresser had a heart of pure gold. Unfortunately everyone knew it and tookadvantage of her generosity, Keller included. It shamed him when he thought about the way he’d used her over the years.
    He’d arrive unannounced on her doorstep, and she’d take him in like a stray tomcat, feed him, pet him, make love to him, and expect damn little in return. Generally that was what she got.
    She never questioned the lies he fed her, and there’d been some real doozies. Once she even bailed him out of jail. Now that he thought about it, he wasn’t entirely sure he’d reimbursed her.
    What he liked best about Marcie was that she never hassled him. Not with questions. Not with demands. She gave and he took. But then he figured he wasn’t the only recipient of her generous nature. Marcie was the land of woman a man used.
    He’d been in town a while now, and he could have gotten laid every night of the week if he’d wanted. Trouble was, he didn’t feel like paying for what most women would give away free. He’d never experienced much trouble convincing a lady to spread her thighs. What he didn’t like was the expectation that went with it.
    Just the other night he’d gone home with a stacked blonde, and after the usual tap dance to the bedroom, he’d spent the night. The next morning she’d asked if he’d fix her toilet for her. For the love of heaven, her toilet, and then she’d gotten all bent out of shape when he’d refused. Apparently she’d felt that since she’d pumped him dry, he owed her.
    The more he thought about it, the more inclined he was to contact Marcie. He could use a little of hertender, loving care. She’d never been particularly beautiful, but what she lacked in looks was more than compensated for by her body. His mouth watered just thinking about her breasts. Lush and full, they were probably the finest specimens he’d ever laid eyes on, and he’d seen more than his fair share.
    He loved it when they were in bed together and he’d be flat on his back and Marcie would lean over him. He’d play with her nipples, tease her unmercifully with his tongue until she’d whimper and whine. Only then would he give her what they both craved. Heaven almighty, the woman knew how to satisfy him, and she wasn’t looking for him to work on her toilet afterward, either.
    The decision made, Keller headed out the front door. If he timed it right, he’d