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“Yes…no…I…”

“Talk to me.”

“It’s Lonnie, okay?”

Fuck. Why did I say that?

“What does she have to do with it?”

I take a deep breath and meet his eyes. For a moment, I lose my train of thought. They’re just so stunning; I could stare into them all day.

“Well?”

I shake my head and blink away the distraction. “She likes you.”

His brows furrow in confusion.

“Shelikesyou, likes you,” I try to clarify.

His face relaxes and then realization sets in. Running his fingers through his hair, he takes a step back.

“Fuck.”

“What is it?”

“She told me a couple weeks ago that she wants to be an old lady, that she had her eyes on someone. Are you saying it’s me?”

I nod and he drops down into one of the chairs around the breakfast table.

“Fuck.” he repeats.

I sit opposite him, waiting to see what he’ll do.

“You know there’s no way in Hell that’s gonna happen, right?”

“I do. She doesn’t.”

“I’ll talk to her, set her straight.”

“You can if you want to, just don’t mention me.”

“That would defeat the purpose, wouldn’t it? I’m not hiding you,” he states matter-of-factly.

“There will be nothing to hide. I’m not cheating on Chris, and I’m not giving him up for some…experimentyou want to conduct.”

“You’re not an experiment.”

“Oh? Then what am I?” I ask, eyebrows raised.

“I’ve been with a lot of women, and I’ve never even thought about doing what I’m offering you. When I said there’s something different about you, I meant it.”

“What? That I’m not falling at your feet like every other woman you meet?”

He leans forward, places his hands on the table, and gives me a smug smile. Who am I kidding? I’m no different. Whatever it is about him that drives women crazy, I’ve caught it. There’s no treatment, no cure.

“I bet I could make you.”

Oh, my God, that voice! That low, smooth tone that sends marvelous sensations through my body. I swallow hard, squeezing my thighs together.