They disconnected quickly as Katrina pulled into her driveway. It
was
just a small home but she loved it. Her neighborhood in Seattle
was quiet
and modest and while not anywhere near the amazing views on
the
Sound or Lake Washington, it was all hers-thanks in large part
to the inheritance her father left her years ago after passing away
from lung cancer. Imogen called it a shack but in fact it was a quaint
older bungalow-style home. Imogen was allowed to call it a shack
because Imogen had money-lots of money-and no one had to die for
her to get it.
While Katrina struggled to eke out a living on the modest income
afforded a teacher, Imogen taught simply for the love of it and
nothing
more-not that Katrina didn't love it.
Oddly enough, Imogen was the most down-to-earth, quirky and
fun
character Katrina had ever met. Her money didn't spoil who she
was in
any way and she was just as content schlepping her way through
Walmart by Katrina's side as she was dragging Katrina through
stores Katrina could never in a million years afford.
When she entered, Kitty met her at the door. She was an old cat
-at
least twenty years at this point. She'd wandered up to her dad's
house as
a stray when Katrina was still in elementary school and she'd just
stuck.
The poor old bat couldn't hear a thing and when she meowed she
more
often than not made no sound. She had no idea, of course. She
was simply deaf and had no clue her meow box wasn't working
anymore.
She staggered like a drunken old soldier too. She was as
neurologically
messed up as she was deaf but she was a ravenous animal
when it came
to food and so Katrina couldn't bear to put her down yet. Kitty
was just
far too content in her deaf, neurologically fucked-up, half-dead,
older-than-dirt sort of way.
The light on her answering machine that was just as old as her
cat was
blinking.
"Trink, I think you should ask out the hot-butt parent. I'm
assuming he's single, otherwise you would have acted normal. You only
really seem to act like a maniac when a man's actually available.
Anywho, love
ya. Margaritas at Cabos tomorrow night. Be there or be square,
love!"
Beep.
Katrina crawled into bed with a glass of wine and a stack of
essays.
She wasn't going to let herself take even one sip until she was on
the last
essay. That would be her reward...
YOU ARE READING
Indecent Desires
RomanceEnglish teacher Katrina's patience is put to the test when sexy detective Dillon saunters into her classroom forty-five minutes late for parent-teacher conferences. Their first meeting is anything but amicable-but they're soon together again in an...
