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Ollie stepped closer, nuzzling his nose against my hair.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said softly. “My desire for you is equally obvious.”

My eyes dropped down without conscious thought. He’d dropped the cloth, leaving him gloriously naked. His cock stood at full attention, long and thick and dripping with precum. I licked my lips and Ollie groaned.

“Keep looking at me like that mate and I’ll put you on your knees and take you up on your invitation.”

I huffed in annoyance and turned towards the house. “Don’t be disgusting.”

His laughter followed me as I stomped across the lawn. He caught up with me before I reached the house, the cloth wrapped around his waist like a towel. It wasn’t quite big enough for him though, so while it covered his ass and his private parts, his left hip and thigh were clearly visible. Damn, how was Ollie so fit and muscular when I knew good and well he was in his fifties like me?

I’d done some dating over the years since my divorce, although I’d avoided getting serious about anyone. When my youngest went away to college and I had the house all to myself for the first time I’d signed up for one of those online dating sites. My friend helped me create a profile and while I wasn’t the most popular woman on the site, I got a few matches and went on some dates.

I soon learned that most men my age were either looking for a nursemaid or a much younger woman. But the few that seemed okay I went out with a second time, maybe a third or fourth, but none had interested me enough to sleep with them. I hadn’t needed to see them naked to see that the majority of guys in my age group had gone soft, with pot bellies and muscles that atrophied from disuse.

Not that I was being critical. I’d softened up quite a bit myself over the years. My stomach hadn’t snapped back after having three kids, and between that and menopause I had a little pooch of my own. An apron belly, as my daughters called it.

The truth was as a woman in my fifties my thighs were thicker, my ass larger, and my boobs saggier than I would like. Every time I went to the doctor she told me I should lose twenty or twenty-five pounds, but somehow that stubborn weight hung on no matter what I tried.

Eventually I’d come to accept myself and my body. I was strong with womanly curves, and that was enough for me. Of course that was before I was rolling around on the ground with a guy who looked like Ollie.

When we got into the house Sage and Meri were in the kitchen making dinner, with Edward setting the table. Nodding to my family, Ollie headed for the bathroom, returning a few minutes later wearing a pair of sweatpants that were three inches too short for him and a tee shirt that stretched tight over his broad chest and thick arms.

“Very nice,” I laughed.

He bopped me on the nose with his finger. “Watch it.”

When I looked up, Sage and Meri were watching us with identical smiles on their faces.

“Is Preston coming too?” I asked.

Meri shook her head. “No, my mate has a business meeting tonight, so I came over here to mooch a free meal off the parents.”

Sage bumped a hip against her daughter. “You know we always love seeing you Turmeric.”

Sage and Edward had saddled their daughters with herbal names which they all hated. Cami’s real name was Chamomile, Pepper’s was Peppermint, and Meri’s was Turmeric. It made me happy that my parents had given me a relatively normal name. Nora was a bit old-fashioned, but at least I wasn’t named after a tea.

“Can I help?” Ollie asked.

“You can take this to the table,” Meri told him, handing Ollie a platter.

Their fingers brushed and my cousin froze.

“Meri? Are you okay?” Ollie asked, setting the dish down.

Meri’s hand clamped around his forearm, her eyes closing. I felt a completely unexpected stab of jealousy seeing her touch Ollie.

“She’s having a vision,” Sage told him, completely unbothered.

I’d never seen Meri’s visions in action, but I’d heard a lot about them. Apparently they were equally likely to be something trivial – like the location of lost sunglasses – as they were to be something more significant.

Meri stood perfectly still for at least twenty seconds before she spoke.

“You will have an unexpected guest,” she intoned solemnly.

“What? Who?” he asked.

She was quiet, obviously reaching for more information before she opened her eyes and shook her head. “I don’t know. It’s a man, and he’ll be quite angry. You won’t be happy about the visit, but it’s important to talk to him.”