I think it's time."
Oliver responded to her choreography. He uncorked the wine and poured
two glasses. "To us," Jacky said. Oliver clinked his glass against hers
and sipped.
"Yowzir! You must have gotten a good raise."
"Wait until you taste these," she said, lowering crab cakes into the
hot oil.
The crab cakes were delicious. "What's your secret?" Oliver asked.
"Mustard and capers," she said, pleased. The bottle was quickly empty
and they opened another. Drinking with Jacky usually made Oliver softer
and more open. Today, he began to feel focused again, revved up, not
unlike the way he had felt in Atlantic City. Jacky was smiling.
"Oh, this is so much better," she said. Let me show you the rest of the
house . . . I could use some of your special attention." She led him
through a comfortable living room and up the stairs. Oliver looked at
the ceiling in the bedroom.
"No eye bolt," he said.
Jacky giggled. "Funny you should mention that." She opened a drawer and
took out a large bolt. "I thought maybe you could help me with this.
Maybe tomorrow." She laid the bolt on the dresser. "Take your clothes
off, Oliver."
The focus inside him strengthened.
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