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un-grandma-ish cotton workout panty. Why, oh why hadn’t she bought new sports bras at the last Victoria’s Secret sale? Oh yeah, she remembered…
they don’t have real, usable sports bras at Victoria’s Secret!
     
    Oh, God. Would he see her bra and panties? Just the thought made her feel like she wanted to puke her guts up.
     
    No! Of course he wouldn’t see her panties! She was meeting him for a quick jog, not a quick fuck.
     
    Regardless, somehow she found herself in the bathroom. Naked. Staring through her fingers into the full-length mirror at her body as if she was watching a horror flick.
     
    Looking at myself totally naked and under fluorescent lights just can’t be healthy.
But she continued to stare and criticize.
     
    Sure, she wasn’t awful looking. Candice forced the shielding fingers from her eyes. Okay. She wasn’t really that bad. She’d been thinner and tighter, but her skin was soft and smooth, and she was definitely curvy. Maybe even lush. She shook her head, as if to clear the bizarre notions from it. “Lush” and “curvy” were not “young” and “tight-assed.” There was just no way she was going to get naked in front of and have sex with a twenty-six-and-a-half-year-old. No. Fucking. Way.
     

     
    Maybe he wouldn’t be there. He probably wouldn’t be there. Why would he want to be there? He could have just been being polite yesterday. He probably was just being nice. She had misinterpreted. He hadn’t really flirted and come on to her. It was silly, really. He was so damn young. Sure, she was attractive, but please. She was almost fifteen years older. No way was he
interested
in her. Not like
that
.
    “Hey there, beautiful.”
     
    She’d told herself that she was ready to see him—or ready for him to stand her up. Either was fine. Really. Whatever. Who cared? But then he was there, calling her beautiful and smiling his sexy, boy/man smile, and she felt the same dizzying rush of excitement she’d felt when he’d sent her the message the night before. And, dear sweet Lord, he was even more handsome than she’d remembered. Had she been blocking? Was it temporary amnesia? How could she not have been obsessing all day over his height and the incredible width of those shoulders, and that amazing jawline.…
     
    “Hi,” she said breathlessly, glad that she’d agreed to meet him at the creek so that she had an excuse other than just the sight of him to be breathing hard.
     
    “How do you feel about trying something new today?”
     
    His flirty smile made her stomach tighten. Oh, God, if only he knew.
     
    Never mind. It was probably best that he didn’t know.
     
    Be normal! Talk to him!
     
    “What do you have in mind?”
     
    His eyes sparkled as he jerked his head, pointing his chin away from the road and into the forest. Then, with a confident, deep voice he recited, “‘I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by.’”
     
    He was actually quoting poetry to her. Again. Her cheeks felt warmed by more than the short jog through the graveyard. “A little Robert Frost?”
     
    “A very little, I’m afraid. And don’t be too impressed. I freely admit to memorizing it this afternoon.”
     
    “You know, I don’t remember you being this interested in poetry in high school.”
     
    “Would it help if I made my voice crack and stared, slack-jawed, at your boobs?”
     
    “Only if your intention is to scare me out of the forest.”
     
    His smile was intimate. “That is not my intention.”
     
    She almost asked what his intentions were…but she didn’t want to know. What if he gave her a blank look and said, “I thought we’d be friends”? She’d fucking die. But whether it’d be from relief or disappointment, she wasn’t sure. She only realized that she’d been standing there silently staring at him when his smile faded and his tone became more