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I smiled. “No, thank you. I’ll go home.”

He nodded as if expecting my answer.

As I re-dressed, Billy disappeared into the bathroom.By the timeI had my jeans and boots on, he stepped back into the room wearing just a towel. It sat low on his hips, showing off that sexy V-shape that was like a beacon pointing the way to heaven. Billy sure did know how to capture my attention, and before I stripped off again and tackled him to the bed, I pulled my shirt on. My nipples were still rock-hard, and I tried to ignore them as I pulled my jacket on.

Billy came toward me and reached for my hand. “Thank you for a wonderful morning.”

“Thank you, too.”

He kissed the back of my hand. “I’ll be back in a couple of weeks. Would you like me to call you this time?”

I nodded and his dimples studded his cheeks as his smile deepened.

He leaned forward and kissed me—just a simple brush of our lips.

I reached for my bag, and with it over my shoulder, I turned to take one last look at my glorious cowboy. “See you soon, Billy.”

As I rode a mountainous after-sex high, I made my way to my room and took a long, hot shower. By the time I crawled into bed, I was both emotionally and physically satisfied. I reached for my diary and turned to the 6th of September. At the top, I wrote,Cowboy Billy, Room 20.

As I thought about how Billy had produced an orgasm that took my breath away, I wroteBreathless Encounter.

I detailed everything we’d done, from Billy’s gentle touches of my nipples through my T-shirt to the mind-blowing sensation overload of that sideways sixty-niner.With a contented sigh, Iput my diary away and slippedunder my quilt.

I tugged my spare pillow to my chest, and as I let sleep pull me into a beautiful world, I imagined the pillow was Billy, hugging me in a warm, comforting embrace.

Chapter Twenty-Six

There was no denying I was nervous about my upcoming morning with Clayton, and I was a bit annoyed with how he’d handled his invitation. First, he’d invited me to have coffee with him.

All good there.

We’d decided on a day and time. Easy.Then he’d dropped the bombshell. . . would I mind if his daughter came?

What was I going to say?

Asthe minutes ticked along until he picked me up, my stomach wouldn’t stop churning.The chances of getting any food down were diminishing by the second.

WhilstI loved spending time with Clayton,the idea ofmeeting his daughter terrified me.Dozensof unanswerable questions shot through my brain.

Was it too soon to meet her?I mean, afterall, Clayton andI’dhad only been on a couple of dates.

What if she didn’t like me?

What if she did?

Would she ask me if I was going to be her next mother? Faarrrk!

I paced my apartment. I was too young to be the mother of a seven-year-old girl. Actually, no—that wasn’t true. I was certainly old enough in years, but I was too young in experience with children. I had no idea what I was doing. The only kids I’d had any time with were Lolita’s children, Savanah and Maddox,and those kidswere amazing.

I glanced at the cow-patterned clock on my wall. It was time. I inhaled a few deep breaths, ran my sweaty palms down my skirt, grabbed my bag, and strode out the door before I changed my mind.

As I rode the elevator, I practiced smiling, and the more my lips trembled, the more the acid in my stomach twirled. “Hi,” I said to my pale reflection. “I’m Jane, a friend of your daddy’s.”

Friend.Yes, that’s what I am.His friend. Not girlfriend. Just friend.

The doors pinged open, and with each pace I made across the lobby, I forced confidence into my stride and an upbeat attitude into my brain.

It was overcast outside. . . as gloomy as my thoughts. Clayton waited beside his Audi and waved at me the second I arrived at the top of the stairs. As usual, he looked stunning—every bit the handsome, available professional he was. I arrived at his side, and heleaned in to kissmy cheek.

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