Widow's Fire

Do what you love, and you’ll never work a day in your life. That was Ben’s goal. And when he met Debbie, a beautiful blonde widow who needed help to get her late husband’s archaic hobby store making money again, he knew he’d found that love.

But when Debbie’s sister-in-law, Angela, shows up, things get very interesting. ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ I did not know what to expect of our visitor, but in my wildest dreams wouldn’t have imagined this woman.

Debbie’s car is a simple four-door sedan and when it pulled up to the house, bags and suitcases were held down with ratchet straps and duct tape on the roof and trunk. Debbie opened her door, stepped out, and our eyes met. She looked at me apologetically.

The passenger door opened and this little spitfire of a woman popped out. “The worst flight of my entire life. I’ll never fly that lousy airline again, I assure you. Can you believe they made me wear a T-shirt over my blouse because my neckline was ‘unacceptable’!? That’s crap!

And I abhor flying coach!” The woman was about five foot two, with long, straight hair as black as a raven’s wing. She wore an electric blue pencil-style dress that showed off her very ample curves. The plunging neckline of her dress showed off her terrifically big boobs, and she wore four-inch stiletto heels. Who travels like this, I couldn’t help but think.

When I fly, I’m all about comfort. Debbie came around and helped the woman traverse the gravel driveway in her high heels. I stepped down off the porch, and the woman noticed me a moment before Debbie introduced me. “Angie, this is the young man I told you about.

Ben, this is my sister-in-law, Angela.” Angela looked me up and down, lowering her designer eyeglasses to do so. I extended my hand. “I’m happy to meet you, Angela.” Angela lightly shook my hand while looking down at it. “My, this boy has some paws, doesn’t he? Look at the size of those hands.” Debbie met my gaze. With a grin, she replied, “Yes, he does.

Oh, and Angie, he kissed me the