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at actually enjoying holding her slim body against
his.
    Her strawberry blonde hair was shorter than he remembered.
She wore it closer to her shoulders now. And it was straight, not wild and
curly like before. Of course he hadn’t seen her in about four years. Things and
people changed. One thing was for sure, his attraction to her hadn’t.
    She was also smaller, leaner, than he remembered. Everything
except her breasts of course. They pressed against his chest and even though
she had on a thick sweater, he knew what they looked like. Knew what they
tasted like. Perfect rosy buds he’d kissed and sucked on until she came. To his
horror, his cock lengthened as memories assaulted him.
    He tried to think of something, anything else but nothing
worked. Like some horny teenager, his cock wouldn’t listen.
    Abruptly she pulled back and stared up at him through
tear-laden eyes. “Are you…”
    He cleared his throat but didn’t answer. To his surprise, an
unexpected grin spread across her face and she laughed. Actually laughed .
“You always were a randy bastard,” she murmured, as she stepped out of his
arms.
    Yeah, only for you. “Do you have luggage?”
    “Everything’s in the car. I can get it later—”
    But he was out the door before she could finish. He found
her car unlocked so he lugged out a suitcase that should have its own zip code.
Looked like she was planning to stay awhile.
    The thought gave him a moment’s pause but he shoved it away.
Adrianna might have been interested in him when she was young and too naïve to
know what she wanted but things were different now.
    When he came back inside, he found her sitting at the
kitchen table sipping on a beer.
    “You hungry?” he asked.
    “Not really. Maybe this beer will dull some of my senses.”
Her laugh was wry and full of pain.
    “I don’t want you to worry about anything, Adrianna. I’ve
talked to the funeral home and your father’s lawyer. Everything’s being
handled.”
    “When…when’s the funeral?”
    “Sunday afternoon.” Today was Friday.
    She stared at her beer. “He always said he wanted to be
buried out by that old sycamore tree.”
    He pulled out the chair and sat across from her. “I know and
we’re going to do exactly what he requested. Listen, why don’t you settle in
and get some rest? There’s nothing you can do until tomorrow anyway.”
    For a moment he thought she might say more but instead she
simply stood. “Okay, just lock up on your way out.”
    “I live here now.” The words sliced through the quiet room,
effectively sucking all the air out with them.
    Her big blue eyes grew even wider as she stared at him.
“What?”
    He hated telling her this next part. “Your dad… His arthritis
had gotten bad the past couple months so I moved in from the bunkhouse a while
ago to help out.”
    “Why didn’t he tell me?”
    He rubbed a hand over his face. “He didn’t want you to
worry.”
    She mumbled something about her dad being a stubborn ass but
then bit her bottom lip.
    When she didn’t respond he continued. “If you’d be more
comfortable, I could—”
    She shook her head. “No, this house feels so empty without
him here. I guess I’ll just head upstairs.” She cleared her throat and glanced
down at her feet. “Which room is yours?”
    “I took the one next to your old one.”
    “I see.” She turned on her heel and disappeared down the
hallway.
    What the hell did that mean? I see? Seconds later, he
heard her walking around upstairs and he cursed the day he’d thought it smart
to kiss Adrianna Campbell. The sexy woman was quicksand for a man like him.

Chapter Two
     
    Adrianna stepped under the powerful shower jets. Tension
raced through her body and she fought the guilt that threatened to overwhelm
her. Her father was dead and instead of mourning, she was lusting after the man
downstairs.
    She still didn’t know the details but after twelve years in
the service, Sam had apparently decided to retire. A