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“Actually, I wouldn’t mind a glass of white wine. I bought a couple of bottles this afternoon while we were at Walmart.”

Scotty found one in the fridge and opened it while I pulled out a wine glass, wanting to ignore his question, but knowing damn well he wasn’t about to let it go. He opened the bottle and gave me a generous pour.

“How about it?” he asked. “How about singing with Tammy next week?”

“Can you please let it go? I’ve already told you. It’s never going to happen.”

He gave me a look, and I knew it was because of my use of the word never.

I rolled my eyes at him.

He walked right out of the kitchen, went back into the living room, placed his beer on the nearest table, strapped on his guitar, and played the opening riff of Girls With Guitars. I followed him out and had no choice but to put down my wine and pick up my guitar. Before I could think about why I shouldn’t be doing this, we were playing and singing the entire song together. Doing harmony and solos like we’d done this before. I found myself laughing over the fact he not only knew how to play the melody, but he also knew all the words. Even words I stumbled over. What the hell? Who was this guy and why hadn’t I paid more attention to him during my summers with my aunt and uncle?

I sang the chorus all by myself, about girls with guitars, and daddy’s angel and how mothers worry about girls with guitars.

When the song ended, we were both laughing, and dancing around the living room. It was the most fun I’d had in more time than I could remember.

He kissed me then. Like it was a natural, everyday occurrence. A soft, gentle kiss, like something you’d share with the person you loved.

When it ended, I took a step back, looked at him, curious over the fact the kiss took me by complete surprise, but I felt it down to my toes.

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I got caught up in the moment.”

“So did I. Can we try that again?”

“The song or the kiss?” He smirked, and I felt my heart melt.

“The kiss.”

“Love to.”

He slung his guitar back, and I did the same with mine. This time, when our lips met, a spark of pure fire swept right through me, especially when his hand came up and cupped the side of my face. Wow! Pure fucking fire.

Once again, when it ended, I took another step back. “This isn’t right.”

“I know. We hardly know each other. I mean we know each other from when we were kids, but we don’t really know each other as adults.”

“That doesn’t bother me. What I’m thinking about is how I got pregnant with Mickey, and I just had sex with Colt last night. Now, I’m thinking about having sex with you.”

“You are?” He looked so adorable I wanted to eat him up.

“I am. There must be something seriously wrong with me.”

He took a step in closer. “You mean something seriously right.” And he kissed me again, only this time, we not only got rid of our guitars, but we started peeling off our clothes, as we headed up to my bedroom. The good thing was he knew exactly where it was located; I was way too busy enjoying his kisses to think about navigating Colt’s big house.

“What about Colt?” I asked once we landed on my bed, almost completely naked.

“What about him?”

“What if he comes home and finds us?”

He pulled himself off me, stripped out of his boxers, and while he held onto his erect dick, walked over to the bedroom door, shut it, and came right back. “He’ll just have to wait his turn. Right now, you’re all mine.”

I could have dwelled on that statement and contemplated exactly what he meant, but when his mouth covered my right breast, and his tongue danced over my nipple, all rational thoughts flew right out of my head. What was left were dirty thoughts about what we could do next.

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I felt dirty and wicked and not in a bad way.