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“I don’t know.”

Buster smirked. “I think you and I both know what kind of inspiration you could find out she needs.” His friend slapped him on the back. “As much as I’d love to stay and chat, I’ve got to go. Think about what I’ve said.”

Rusty watched his friend leave and wanted nothing more than to throttle him. This wasn’t what he wanted to do today.

Looking into his office, he wondered what she would want from him.

Wiping his hands on the cloth, he grabbed his burger and walked into her room.

“Hey,” he said. “How are you getting on?”

“Terrible. At least I know I can write ‘story idea,’ so that’s a plus. Ugh, I hate this.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He sat down at his desk. “Am I good to eat lunch in here?”

“Of course. I won’t stop you.”

He nodded and took a bite out of his sandwich. She sat back, dropping the pen onto the desk and grabbing her own lunch.

“Did your parents find out about the whole vegetarian thing?”

“Yeah, they did, which is fine. I got cucumber sandwiches and a promise from my mom that she will see what I eat.” She giggled. “You know it’s not some crazed thing.”

“I know. I totally looked it up online.”

“Stop it. It’s not a big deal.”

“I don’t know, it feels like it. So, erm, what kind of stuff were you hoping to write about?” he asked.

Buster’s question now had him curious.

“It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid if it’s what you want to do.”

“Okay, well, don’t laugh, but I wanted to write romance.”

“Romance?”

“Yes. Romance is, like, the most amazing thing in the world. I know there’s crime and thrillers, and horror; I’ve got nothing against them at all. Me, I just love romance. I think there’s something magical in a story when two people find each other, or reconnect, you know.”

“I don’t read a whole lot.”

“What kind of stuff do you read?”

“I tend to go for cars, sports, that kind of thing.”

She smiled. “I can imagine.”

He finished off his food. “Why don’t you list all the things you love about romance? What you want to see in a book? Draw all of your elements together until you have one nice, neat package?”

“You think?”

“I know you can do it.”

“You’re right. Yes, You’re totally right. I will do it.” She got to her feet. “You’re a genius,” she said.

“I’m just doing my job,” he said. He walked to the door and stopped. Turning back to face her, he stepped toward her desk.

“What is it?”

“There’s one thing I wanted to do last night, and I didn’t get to do it.” He took her hand, lifting her to her feet.

“What is it?”

“It’s nothing bad, I promise.” He cupped her cheek. His heart was racing. This had never happened to him before. He never got nervous about a kiss, but this wasn’t just any woman. This was Casey Jones.

The girl he’d been pining for all of his life and pretending for the most part that her leaving didn’t matter.

Only, it mattered.

She was back in town, and he’d already been on a date with her, and he messed it up at the end by not kissing her. He wanted to kiss her.

Tilting her head back, he stared into her eyes and then just went for it. Slamming his lips down on hers, he finally took the kiss he’d been wanting to do for years but had never gotten around to it. His own fears had been keeping his need for her at bay, but no more.

Trailing his tongue across the seam of her lips, he heard her moan, followed by a gasp, and it was such a beautiful sound to him.

Sliding his tongue into her mouth, he deepened the kiss, and she whimpered his name. Her hands went to his shoulders, holding onto him as pressed her against the desk.

Caressing down her back, going to her thigh, he lifted it up over his hip, wanting to get as close to her as possible.

Someone cleared his throat, interrupting the moment.

Pulling away from her, he looked toward the door, and sure enough, Lionel, the town’s baker, was there.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything, but you did say to stop by and pick up my car,” he said.

“Yes, yes, I did.” He let go of Casey slowly. Her cheeks were bright red. “I’ve got to deal with this.”

“Go ahead,” she said.

“Erm, okay.”

He wanted to say and do more.

Instead, he walked away, going to the guy and taking him out front to sign the paperwork needed.

His cock was aching so bad, and he wanted inside her.

“You and Casey, huh?” Lionel asked.

The biggest problem with being in a small town, everyone liked to spread rumors about other people’s business.

“There’s no way you’re going to pretend you didn’t see anything, are you?”

“Not a chance.”

“Great.”

“It’s a good match. I know her parents would love for her to have a reason to stay.”

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