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such an important piece of advice under the influence of cold medicine either. 
    The only thing Saffron owed herself at the moment was a new romance novel.  If anything could make her feel better, a good book would.
     
    PARKER STAYED UNTIL THE last runner crossed the finish line.  After Tiffany left, the rest of the afternoon had been uneventful.  Thankfully, none of the race participants suffered any major injuries or dehydration.  He treated a couple of pulled calf muscles and bandaged a few blisters. Now, he was enroute to Saffron’s apartment. 
    As he made the final turn onto her road, he silently prayed she wouldn’t shut him out.  He was desperate to talk to her.  To tell her how he felt.  He was dying to hold her.  To touch her intimately, needing to finish what they had started in the back of his ambulance. But, most importantly, he wanted to take away the hurt he had caused.  To show her he wasn’t a bad guy.
    When he reached her apartment, he took a deep breath to calm his nerves and wiped his sweaty palms on his pants legs.  He noticed there wasn’t a peephole when he raised his hand to knock on the door.  It was already seven o’clock in the evening, a little late for visitors.  Hoping his showing up unannounced wouldn’t scare her, he firmly rapped his knuckles against solid oak and waited.
    In what seemed like an eternity but really was less than a minute, the door opened a couple of inches.   A dangling safety chain was all that separated him from heaven.
    He nervously cleared his throat.  “Let me in, Saffron.  We need to talk.”
    “There’s nothing to say.  I know all I need to, Parker.”
    “You think you do.”
    Peering through the crack between them, he drank in the sight of her.  Even with eyes red and puffy from crying, she was so damn cute in her pink, fluffy bathrobe and matching bunny slippers.  A romance novel was tucked under her arm.  One with a swaggering, shirtless hero on the cover.  In her hand was a bowl of bon bons.
    Her silence was steely.  So, he made another attempt at softening her up.  “Is that candy for anybody?”
    She huffed.  “It’s for everybody except two-timing playboys.” 
    The acoustics in the hallway lent a booming echo to his voice.  “Damn it, Saffron! I’m not a player.  Will you please let me in? I really don’t want to do this in front of your neighbors.”
    “Do what? You and I aren’t doing anything ever again!”
    “Fine.  You want a scene?  I’ll give you one,” he said, raising his voice several decibels.  “This morning when I spread your legs on that gurney and licked your delicious pussy through those sexy little panties, I—”
    “Shut up! You win,” she said, sliding the hook off the chain and opening the door.
    Stepping inside, he took a quick look around.  Her apartment was small but cozy.  The flooring was hardwood.  There was a shaggy, oval throw rug underneath a coffee table that ran the front length of a plush microfiber couch.  It was cream-colored with soft pink throw pillows that matched Saffron’s robe and slippers.  It was safe to say his little bon bon beauty had an affection for that feminine color.
    While he was looking around, he heard her re-lock the door.  Turning to face her, he watched the most beautiful woman he had ever seen walk toward him.  Her long, dark hair was slightly tousled, flowing in gorgeous waves about her shoulders.  He noticed she had set the bowl of candy down on a bar that served to separate the living room from the kitchen. She still had the romance novel clutched tightly to her chest.  He suspected she was using it as a shield to protect her heart, and that broke his.
    Reaching out, he gently cupped her face with one hand and pulled the book from her clutches with the other.
    “Saffron, you don’t have to hide behind romance novels anymore, reading about the passionate lovemaking of others.  You can live it with me.  I’m the man who can make your