Jill heard Heather in the background. “Tell her we want every detail!”
“Yeah, make sure we get all the details. You know what I would do if I were in your situation.”
“I know. But how do I …?”
“Just take off your clothes. He’ll take care of the rest.”
“Okay.” Jill heard a door close downstairs. “I think he’s coming.”
“Have fun! We love you!” her friends yelled into the phone and hung up.
Jill slipped off the soft terry robe and stood in the middle of the room.
Figuring Jill needed some time to herself, Jacob checked on Val, talked to Delphie, and answered some calls. Jill had been almost asleep on the deck, so he assumed she would have crawled into bed by now. Tiptoeing up the last few steps, he nudged the door open. Sarah bounded into the apartment.
And there was Jill. Naked. Standing in the middle of the room. In one glance, his eyes took in her round hips, taut belly, and perky breasts. His entire being rose to attention.
“Whoa,” he said. He spun around to face the door. “What’s going on, Jill?”
“The hospital lady said you told her I’d have to work off the hospital bill,” she said. “I figured …”
Jacob collapsed into himself.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what I said to that woman,” Jacob said. “She was just a nasty clerk.”
“You mean you DON’T want to …”
Jacob turned to Jill. Forcing his eyes to stay on her face, he walked across the room. While his eyes caressed her face, he collected her hands with his hands.
“Nothing would make me happier than to make love to you. Not. One. Thing. But only when we want to … when you want to … when it’s right. Not as payment of some stupid debt.”
“Why did you bring me here?”
“I don’t know,” Jacob said. “You didn’t want to be at home without Katy. At my house, Scooter’s here to cheer you up. And I have cereal.”
Jill started crying. She didn’t resist when he pulled her into his arms.
“God, Jill. You’re not a whore or a prostitute or whatever else. Don’t shortchange yourself. You’re wonderful.”
“What did you mean, then?” Jill said into his shoulder.
“I don’t think I said that. After that horrible woman found out who I was, she was hitting on me. She even wanted me to sign her 5280. She probably said that to you so you’d be mad at me.”
“I’m not mad at you,” Jill said.
“Good.” Jacob pulled back to look into Jill’s eyes. “What will ease your mind about the hospital bill?”
“Nothing,” Jill said. “I hate being poor. I promise you, I will pay off the bill even if it takes forever.”
“If that makes you feel better, all right.” Jacob held his hand out to her and they shook on her promise.
He walked to his closet and picked out a clean white T-shirt for Jill to sleep in. She pulled the T-shirt over her head and then wandered across the floor to find her panties.
“You have so much that money can’t buy.” In order to keep from jumping Jill, Jacob started talking. “You have family who will drop everything to support each other. You have Katy. You have love and laughter in your life every single day. You have …”
He stopped talking when she bent over to pull on the beautiful panties. Taken aback by her full hips and muscular legs, all thought escaped his head. As she turned back toward him, Jacob adjusted his face, and himself. Noticing his motion, she gave him a wry smile.
“Money makes the world work,” Jill said.
The retelling of Denver Cereal, Volume 1 continues tomorrow…
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