Chapter 19

He gave butterfly kisses down from Jim’s cheek to along the line of his jaw. He followed the kisses with tiny bites like those Matilda inflicted when she nipped at his toes. But from Caleb they were so erotic he almost creamed his slacks. Caleb finished off with a light caress on his neck and cheek; the expression on his face almost sad.

His eyes were haunting. With the quiet words, “You’re so beautiful,” and a barely whispered, “Mine,” Caleb was off the porch, in the Mercedes, and driving off into the night.

“Yeah,” Jim told himself the creepies he felt earlier in the evening were nerves caused by his over set schedule, nothing more, though it still bugged him about the lock. 7