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I’m not interested in making chit-chat. If the guys sent her, she must know the score.

Her eager response tells me everything I need to know. I feel her hands at my waist, slipping under my shirt, and I step back to jerk it over my head, baring my chest. I don’t waste anytime reaching for the hem of her own soft t-shirt and yanking it up and off her. A pretty lace pushup bra greets my eyes, but with a flick of my fingers, I unhook it and toss it aside.

Perky tits pop free, and my hands immediately go to them, squeezing their pillowy softness in my palms and brushing the hard nipples with my thumbs.

Taking her to the bed, I tug her short skirt off her hips, and the lace thong as well, along with the high heels.

Red painted toes are exposed, but my gaze is all for her pussy.

I drop my sweats and climb on top of her, settling between her welcoming thighs. With a touch of my fingers, I find her wet and sink two digits inside.

Her eyes flare with desire.

“Wet and ready for me, aren’t you?” I say huskily.

“There’s a condom in my skirt pocket,” she whispers.

I snag it, then roll it on and sink into her waiting pussy.

I groan at the sensation, my eyes sliding closed. I’ve no desire to look at this girl’s face. The only face I imagine as I fuck her is the same one that I’ve imagined every time I lay in my bunk and took my dick in my hand.

There’s only one girl I desire.

Shelby.

After we’re through, I drop to my back, stack my hands under my head, and stare at the ceiling, more relaxed than I’ve felt in a long, long time.

Sally moves to cuddle against me, but I’m done with her. “You need to go, sweetheart. Thanks for a good time. Take the bottle with you.”

Without a word, she gets dressed and walks out.

I’m sure the boys paid her well, so I’m not concerned.

She meant nothing to me. There’s only one woman on this planet that means something to me. And soon, I swear to God, she will be mine.

CHAPTER TEN

Shelby

Shelby—

“Here you go.” The mailman drops the small stack of mail on the glass counter.

I set aside the spray bottle of glass cleaner. “Thanks, Hal.”

“No problem, Shelby. Have a good day.”

Flipping through the envelopes, I scan the return addresses and stop on one from the Cloudcroft City Council. I check the mailing address to make sure it’s for us.

Blue Orchid Jewelry.

“What would the city council want to contact us about?” I murmur, and Patty peers over my shoulder.

“Open it and find out.”

I’m not the owner of the shop, just the manager, but I suppose I qualify to open it. Tearing into the flap, I take out the two-page letter and read it.

“We wish to inform you of upcoming road improvements. Second Street will be closed for two weeks next month, beginning on the first.” I lower the letter. “Oh, my God, Pam. This is going to kill our business.”

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