Watery Grave - Sharon Hamilton Page 0,2

lay tonight. Honestly, these newbies are not like the original.”

She was frowning, shaking her pretty blonde hair from side to side. Her slim body poured into the white linen suit, the skirt just a little tight over her beautiful, perfect ass. In high heels and bone-colored stockings, she always took his breath away, especially when she was irritated. He loved the flushed, warm feeling she exhibited when he smiled at her and without words, told her he was damned happy she was his wife of eleven years.

She approached, eyes downcast, allowing his attraction to grow. She stopped as her thighs scraped against his, her arms up over his shoulders, leaning forward until her tits pressed against his chest. “I can’t leave you alone for one afternoon without some big adventure befalling us?”

“But you left me alone with three hellions, Christy. And we didn’t do the deed this morning before you left. That’s always a bad sign. Next time, let me take you in the shower like I started to before you realized you were running late.” He kissed her softly, the went back for a deep one, feeling her melt into him.

“But I was running late,” she sighed, kissing him back.

“I love it when we have to be quick. I like it urgent and bare.”

“Oh, you do, do you? So, is that why you turned off my phone?”

“I did. I had plans. And you were stronger than I was.”

“I’m never stronger than you are, Kyle.” She brushed her fingers over his lips. He palmed her left buttock and pressed her against his package.

“So, I could take you right here and you couldn’t resist me?” he whispered to her ear, chewing on her earlobe.

“Not with that thing staring at us!” She barked and pointed to the case.

Kyle dropped his arms and sighed. “Now we’re back to that, and I was just getting the biggest hard-on of my week.”

She winked at him, and then was all business. “Go make your calls, lover boy. I’ll make sure the kids turn in early tonight and you can have your way with me in the hot tub. How’s that?”

“Works for me!”

Chapter 2

A team of eight men stood with Kyle around the patio table, gazing down at the pink case that had mysteriously shown up to Kyle and Christy’s house. No one touched it, instead treating it like an object or projectile from Outer Space.

“I’m going to be totally honest with you, Kyle,” Fredo said, rubbing his chin. “You need to blow this thing up. I don’t know if it’s safe, or lethal.” The height-challenged SEAL didn’t resemble his giant brothers on the team, but his heart was fierce. And, because he was an explosives expert, it was his answer to everything.

“Seriously, Kyle. I don’t think Gunny would mind,” added Trace. “If he’s looking down on us right now, he’s laughing his ass off.”

There was some agreement within the group, quietly expressed.

Calvin Cooper, Fredo’s best friend, made another suggestion. “Can we borrow one of SDPD’s Xray units? Maybe get a peek inside? They have one they use for bomb threats. We could—”

He was interrupted by T.J. Talbot. “No way they’d let you Xray that thing. Maybe soak it down with water? Dunk it in an abandoned pool or something to make sure it isn’t flammable?”

“And then contaminate the pool and kill any kid or animal who came near it? How would we go about draining the water, and where would we put it? Just creates a bigger problem,” answered Kyle.

Tucker had a suggestion. “Call the funeral home. Ask them what happens to ashes that are that old, if there’s any pressure buildup in the urn. I kinda doubt it, though.”

“Christy’s on the phone with them now. From the sounds of it, no one wants to stick their neck out to tell her anything. Health and Safety issues, it appears.”

Fredo and Tucker both had a chuckle over that one.

“Oh sure, they do the toastie thing, get them up to what two thousand degrees?” Fredo barked. “Ten years later they better hope nothing survived that and became lethal. But just to be sure, they don’t want to say. It’s in an urn, for Chrissakes!”

“But they have a plug at the bottom that screws open,” added Jason Kealoha. “When I took Tommy to the Gulf, it was pretty airtight, but no pressure. I unscrewed it, and the wind took it all away. I think you’re safe. More than likely, it’s a muddy sludge, even after all these years.”

“You would