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digging through his
closet, he returned with a pair of flip-flops. “I hate to see the shoes and
stockings go, but they’re simply not practical.”
    Yancey opened her mouth to protest about the sorry state of
her hair and makeup. But honestly she wanted to be with him, however biological
her decision was. Clearly the sexual chemistry they shared had gone straight to
her head, resulting in infatuation. Nothing more than her pheromones liking his
pheromones. Why fight it? She should relax and enjoy it. Ride the wave until it
petered out.
    She answered him by kicking off her heels, peeling away the
stockings and shimmying into his sweats. They hung comfortably, if not
attractively.
    “I’ll go fix us dinner to go.” One side of his mouth turned
up in a boyish grin before he kissed her. “This night can be saved.”
    Yancey placed her hands on his cheeks, gliding her palms
along his five o’clock shadow, which was more like an eight o’clock shadow, and
returned his kiss.
    “Do I have a couple minutes to freshen up?” she asked. She
could only imagine that she smelled like a whorehouse on a busy Saturday night.
    “Sure, but hurry,” he said. “I might like to do the same.”
    * * * * *
    Diego slowly cruised the deserted side road again. “I’m not
seeing a blue Taurus. You?”
    Yancey searched the opposite side of the street. “Nope,” she
said. “Try the cell number again.”
    “Keeps telling me the mailbox is full.” He sighed and turned
his attention to his sexy passenger. Having company was nice for a change.
Especially pretty company. Funny, sunny company. She’d entertained and educated
him on the safety and reliability statistics of the Taurus, followed by Ford
automobiles in general. “I hate to think of someone stranded out here in the
middle of nowhere with a dead cell phone,” he said.
    Shrugging, she replied, “What can you do? Nothing. Maybe he
got his car started.”
    “Yeah.” Diego accelerated and shifted into second. “Probably
called several tow companies. Someone else beat me to it. Happens all the
time.” His phone chimed. “It’s Chip.” He passed the phone to his co-pilot.
“What does the text say?”
    “His tow call was a bust too. Weird, huh? He’s all caught
up.” Yancey smiled up at Diego. “You’re free for the rest of the night.
Whatever should we do?” she asked coyly.
    “I’ve got an idea.” Diego winked at her.
    “Is it a dirty idea? If so, I’m in.”
    He laughed. “No, but I like how your mind works.”
    He liked how her body worked. Diego liked plenty about her.
She looked fine and dressed sexily—when she dressed, that was. There was so
much to like about her. Except her recklessness. Her careless nature had its
perks, but she didn’t have a lick of common sense when it came to her personal
safety. Would that come with age? Caution and restraint had caught up with him
just recently, around age thirty, but he’d been backsliding since meeting her.
Yancey could make him misbehave to his own detriment. If he researched the
meaning of the name Yancey, it wouldn’t surprise him if it meant “temptation”.
    She scooted as close to him as the seat belt would allow,
placing her hand on his thigh. “What’s the plan?” she asked.
    Lightly caressing his leg, her gentle touch had his mind
wandering.
    He didn’t want to slip back into the bar or nightclub scene,
if that was what Yancey was into. She dressed the part of a party girl. Sure,
the women were young at the bars, their dresses short and inhibitions
nonexistent, but he’d realized he would never meet a keeper in that
environment.
    His mother had suggested church. He didn’t want to go to
that extreme either. He failed to see eye to eye with the church on several
issues. He didn’t want to misrepresent himself to women as someone he wasn’t.
He’d come a long way from the hardened sinner of his youth, but wasn’t ready to
join the saints either. His comfort zone was somewhere in