“Excuse me,” Lou Ann held up a finger to the women.

She met the man as he reached the bottom step, arching her back just a little so that her round bottom stuck out and her even rounder chest thrust forward. With long carefully manicured nails she reached up to adjust his tie, not quite brushing her breasts to the front of his suit.

“Now Harlan,” she cooed, “you be careful on the road today and no fried food. You know what that does to your stomach.” She gave his stomach a little pat. Harlan’s hand went for Lou Ann’s round bottom. With a sharp smack Lou Ann swatted it away, startling a gasp from Cherry.

“You know better than that, Harley.” Lou Ann didn’t sound the least bit offended. “Now off you go to sell lots of, of, whatever it is you sell. I’ll expect to see you again in a few weeks.”

For a man who’d just had his hand so smartly slapped Harlan looked strangely pleased.

- chapter 5, Cherry’s War

Cherry  tapped her forehead lightly against the pine door frame as if to knock some sense into herself.

She shouldn’t be here staring at her husband as he slept, taking the chance of being discovered, tempting herself to throw caution to the wind and touch him. She had to stay strong. Jason Culler was a man worth fighting for and she’d be a fool to spoil her chances of victory by deviating from the battle plan.

 Jason mumbled in his sleep and Cherry came to taunt attention. Was it her imagination or had that been longing in his tone? It had certainly been her name on his lips.

- chapter 4, Cherry’s War