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“No,” I grinned, as I closed my hand over hers. “I’m just saying it’s more in the angle.”
I folded my body over hers, feeling it mold itself into mine. She was soft, beautiful, feminine. But from here…
From here I could feel the firmness of her back, her hips, and even her ass. The muscles coiled up in her sexy legs. Even her hands were strong.
“Show me.”
God, she smelled so good, too! Like lavender and citrus. Maybe coconut, as I dipped my face into her hair.
“Straight back,” I murmured into her ear. My lips were right up against her now. I could swear I saw her shivering under my hot breath. “Just like this—”
I yanked hard, bringing her hand with me. Pulling it toward my body, until I had it pinned tightly against my chest.
The engine caught, sputtered, then turned over. A few puffs of black smoke later, the lawnmower roared to life.
“NICE!”
Serena was clapping happily, looking down at our handiwork. She was still dangerously close to me, though. We were no longer spooning, but our bodies were still well within the realm of each other’s personal space.
I let the engine run for a good half-minute, until the smoke stopped and it was no longer sputtering. Then I slid the throttle back enough to kill it, returning us to summer silence.
“So it’s that easy, huh?” asked Serena, her hands on her hips.
“Yup.”
“And I can just call you when I can’t get it started?”
The grin on her face told me she was only half-kidding.
“You know you can call me anytime, Ms. McShane.”
“Serena,” she shot back, smarmily. “Remember? We’re friends now. After all these years, we finally introduced ourselves.”
“Actually, we were introduced a long time ago,” I countered. “Back when I was in high school.”
Her brow crossed, and what a cute little brow it was. I’d seen Serena up close only two other times. During each of them, I remember being struck with how beautiful she was.
No, not just beautiful.
Okay, fine. Hot. Mrs. Nelson — or Ms. McShane — or Serena rather, was hot. She was sexy too, in ways I suspected even she didn’t know.
“Did you know David?” she asked sheepishly.
“Uh huh. We played on the basketball team together.”
David was her stepson, who’d graduated with me four years ago. He wasn’t exactly a friend, more of an acquaintance really. I hadn’t talked to him since school ended. Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen him either.
“He’s not around anymore either, is he?”
Slowly she shook her head. “He went away to college, almost two years now. That’s before he dropped out, anyway. Now he’s gone — took off for South America. Bolivia, I think.”
“Bolivia?” I scratched my neck curiously. “And he doesn’t check in?”
Serena sighed. “Only when he needs something.”
I could see frustration peeking through, shattering the perfection of her pretty little smile. Even angry she was beautiful.
“Yeah, well remember when we won the championship?” I asked. “Junior year?”
