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Just remembering how she had stood up to me to let me know how rude I was, made me smile. I pushed her out of my mind and crossed the road to Joe’s. I grabbed the door at the same time as someone from the inside yanked it open.

The next thing I knew, hot liquid was splashed all over my jacket. Thankfully, my field jacket was thick and other than looking unsightly, it didn’t get through to my skin.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” a familiar voice gasped.

I shifted my gaze from the dripping mess of my clothes to Savannah’s absolutely horrified face. Her hand was slapped over the mouth that I had been face-fucking in my dream. She was trouble with a capital T and I didn’t want no trouble in my life at the moment. I wanted no strings. Of any kind.

“It’s fine.” I shook off the excess and side-stepped her to enter the coffee house.

I strolled to the counter while everything in me demanded I have a conversation with the woman who had been invading my thoughts for longer than I cared. But for what purpose? I reminded myself the only kind of female I was interested in was one I could have sex with and immediately forget about.

To accomplish this successfully, she had to be from another town. Someone who I would never see again. As sexy and delectable as she was, Savannah simply did not fit into that criteria. Dorothy had already mentioned that Savannah was the late May’s daughter, and she had moved into town permanently. Savannah wasn’t right for me, not even for a quick roll in the hay.

“Hi Liz,” I greeted the dark-haired woman behind the counter. She was Joe’s wife and they ran the coffee house together. Before them, Joe’s father, Joe Senior, had run the coffee house.

Liz smiled at me. “Well, well, well. It’s nice to see you again, stranger. You disappear in those mountains for too long. What can I get you? The usual?”

“Yes please.”

“Let me buy that for you, please?” Savannah urged, sidling up next to me.

Remembering she had spilled half her coffee, I said to Liz, “And her coffee to go as well.”

“Oh please, don’t make me feel worse. I should be buying the coffee,” Savannah cried frantically.

“Don’t worry about it,” I muttered curtly, not even looking in her direction.

“I’m so sorry. I was… distracted.”

“It’s fine.”

Blessed silence. Not for long, though.

“Are you headed to work?” she persisted.

I hated small talk, but for some reason, I found myself turning towards her and responding to her question. “I’m coming off work.”

“We haven’t properly introduced ourselves,” she mumbled, a smile trembling on to her luscious lips and her hand sticking out towards me. “I’m Savannah Hayes, just moved into town.”

I considered ignoring the hand, but that uncertain smile got to me. I took the peace offering she held out, but as soon as our fingers brushed, sparks shot up my arm. Fuck, what the hell was that! That had never happened to me before. No woman had ever affected me so viscerally. I could see she had felt it too. She snatched her hand back as if she had been bitten by a snake.

“Cameron Elliott,” I said, blood and heat rushing to my cock.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she said, her eyes flitting from my face to my chest. Her cheeks were flushed and she seemed and she looked as if she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole.

I didn’t need anyone to tell me the intense attraction was mutual. Savannah Hayes wanted me just as much as I wanted her. Not that, that improved the situation one bit. I was glad when Liz brought our drinks. I grabbed mine, gave her a twenty-dollar bill and turned to leave.

“Have a nice day,” I called over my shoulder.

She couldn’t accuse me of being rude after that, could she. In my truck, I was embarrassed to find that my cock had swelled even more. The more I dwelled on her, the more I grew.

I drove home with thoughts of a naked Savannah in my mind.

No matter what I did, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I could picture her even though I’d looked at her for less than thirty seconds. Her red hair had been covered in a beanie and she had worn those tight jeans accentuating the curve of her ass and thighs.

I pictured myself pulling her jeans down over those curvy, thick hips and grew harder. Savannah had a body that made you want to toss her on a bed and ravish her. I found myself wondering if she would do my delivery again.

And that was where I drew the line.

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