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relationship he knew wouldn’t last.
    Carter reached up toward the ceiling and brushed his fingers against it.  He loved being a big guy. He felt powerful and raw. The only problem with his size was that his feet hung off the edge of most beds. You’d think someone would come up with a mattress long enough for bigger guys. It would make life a lot more comfortable.
    His mother said he sprouted early and just kept going. He filled out younger than most of his friends too, which had all the girls buzzing around him like bees. With so much female attention and companionship, sometimes his mother needed to give him a good knock on the back of the head to keep his ego in check, reminding him to mind his manners. ‘You’re looks won’t win you any awards. Use your head; that’s what matters,’ she’d say. ‘Value intelligence and integrity first, Carter. Looks fade.’
    A small smile slid across his face thinking of his Mom. It was hard to believe she was gone. He still saw her through video chat, but work took her overseas. Her contract had her in Japan for at least another two years. He’d give just about anything to be able to hug her. She left three years earlier. His dad still came by time to time, but other than the occasional visit, the only other one in his family was his brother. And his brother...he was a handful in his own right; a rebel rouser, always stirring things up. Phoenix was trouble, but that’s a story for another day.
    Carter yawned and rolled his shoulders back in another big stretch. The plan was they’d have a couple of brews, maybe a couple of broads, and the night would end up being okay. Once his buddy finished crying into his beer, the two of them would find some hot ladies and do what big bears do best. Bury balls deep into them and drift on the high of a rock, solid orgasm. Then roll over, snooze and do it again. It was a good life. He couldn’t complain.

Chapter 3
     
    “ Ah, I’m trying not to break the seal,” Sydney said, bouncing on the bar stool. “You know once you go the first time you’re running to pee all night.”
    Tara giggled. She was right. It was like some weird science. So their goal was always the same. Hold it in as long as they could if it was going to be a night full of beer pitchers.
    “ I can’t wait any longer,” she suddenly groaned with a burst. Sydney went running for the ladies room, leaving her friend behind.
    She came back out with relief written across her face. Walking back to her bar stool, she tried not to notice him walk through the front door of the tavern. It was damn near impossible not to notice Carter Monroe. He was a big boy, big in all ways, so she heard, and as thick and wide as a tanker. Sydney’s heart raced a little faster. She tried not to stare.
    Carter glanced around for a spot to sit. His buddy sidled up beside him. The two impending figures sat side by side and ordered a beer.
    Sydney glanced away as quickly as she’d looked. No need feeding the bear’s ego. She went and settled near Tara and ordered another round.
    “ Did you see who just walked in,” Tara whispered, leaning closer to Sydney.
    “ Yeah, I saw him.” She frowned. “I wish you’d stop doing this to yourself.” The friend sitting beside Carter was the very bear that Tara was whining about. “Just pretend like you don’t see him. In fact, why don’t we go somewhere else?”
    It was too late; Tara was already on her way over. She pulled her shoulders back and sashayed to the other side of the bar. “Hey, Grant,” she said, her voice soft and flirty. Maybe he’d give her another chance.
    Sydney rolled her eyes. The last thing she needed was another round of heartache. This was a mistake. Neither of them belonged together. He told her, she just didn’t want to hear it, and by the way he was eyeing her up like a prize, it looked like he might go another round. Why did she do this to herself?
    Sydney sighed and went over to retrieve her friend before she