Her stomach tightened as another thought leapt into her mind. All three bodies had been found in the son's bedroom. Why had they been in the son's room after midnight? Emma recalled enough of her criminal investigation courses to know what a crime of passion murder scene would look Like.

Husband catches wife with a lover, kills the lover out of rage, the wife from rage and betrayal. Then they turn it on themselves for what they did or not wanting to face the consequences.

“Emma, what are you thinking?" she asked aloud, to try to joke it off, but her gut, which she trusted unquestionably felt she was on to something.

Was the mother and son having a twisted affair? But why would she dream of it? Now that she had it really fell into place. The article hadn't had a lot of detail as it was so cut and dried, but she wondered what the autopsy report had said.

Had the mother showed signs of sexual activity before death? If so was it the son's DNA found within her? There had to be a report somewhere, unless they half assed it for being an obvious cause of death.

Why was she thinking about this?

Emma forced herself to get out of investigator mode and chalk everything up to just an eventful day and her tired mind was spinning like a hamster in a wheel because it had nothing better to do.

She smiled at how neatly her bed was made up and walking over to the closet peeked inside and saw Eric had not only done her show racks, but put up her shelving and stacked some of her totes of winter clothes in the back for her.

Emma noted the shoes were arranged as badly as she imagined, but it was the thought that counted. Eric might be a shit at times these days, but still a good kid and he did do what he could to take care of her. Just not in every way.

With an air of anticipation, she went over and opened the door to the master bath and smiled at the large hot tub. It was definitely big enough for two people to have some serious fun in. Emma lifted the lever to close the drain and turned on the water.

Once she got the temperature right, she went back into the bedroom while the tub filled. Emma walked towards her bed, and flinched when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned quickly then rolled her eyes when she saw it was only her reflection in the mirror over the bureau.

She stepped closer to the mirror and took in her appearance. Her green eyes seemed brighter than ever and more than a little glazed, telling her the wine was still flowing strong in her. Her normally fair complexion was rosy red and she wished she was flushed for a reason other than booze.

Emma stared at the pendent resting just over the neckline of her shirt. She'd thought the stone had been a deeper green previously, now she swore it was the exact shade of her eyes.

She let her eyes trail down her body. Knowing it would be hot and she'd be driving, she'd worn a comfortable sleeveless t-shirt and her favorite pair of ratty cut off denim shorts. Her long sandy brown hair was pulled into a pony tail and as she usually did when not working, she'd foregone make up.

As an attorney, Emma always dressed the part during the week.

Business suits, or modest skirts with long blouses and blazers. Her hair was always pinned up or pulled back, and her make up just the right mix of flattering, but not over the top.

Emma was aware she was an attractive woman, but never wanted to show it off and be accused of playing it up by clients or the competition, or even the boy's club asshole partners of her former firm.

On the weekends however, she reveled in being comfortable and this was a typical warm weather ensemble for her. Steven had also enjoyed it. He was so used to seeing her dressed up he said it was a turn on to see her looking ‘girl next door’ as he called it.

She felt that was a good description of her. Emma was tall and a little on the slender side and Steven said an outfit like this flattered her body.

He Loved the way the slinky tank tops hugged her firm perky breasts.

When she was younger she'd been a little self-conscious that she wasn't bigger up top, but Steven loved her tits, and said they looked perfect on her athletic body.

Athletic. That was Steven in a nutshell. Other guys, and she herself, referred to her build as skinny. He said athletic. But he made her feel good about how she looked and decided he was right, her breasts did match her body type.

Steven was also more of a ‘waist down' kind of guy as he put it and enjoyed the way the cut offs showed off her tight, well-shaped ass.

In addition, the shorts left her best asset in her mind, her Long legs, bare and showed them off pretty well.

Emma knew Steven wasn't just flattering her. On weekend mornings if she came downstairs dressed like this and Eric was out, she'd quickly find herself, on the couch, her shirt up and her husband sucking her tits.