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and kept checking her phone in case the full battery depleted itself. She turned the ringer off and on several times and even rebooted it, to be on the safe side.
    When did she grow so dependent on him? She barely knew him, so how could she be unable to be content without him?
    Mona's offer of girls' night looked better and better, but it was too late now.
    She had a salad for dinner and spent some time cleaning the kitchen. No matter how hard she tried to stay occupied, her mind wandered. He was probably out partying with all the other bikers and there was no room for her there.
    It seemed a reasonable assumption for a Friday night, and her imagination painted out a smoky room with hookers, drugs, strong liquor, and fights.
    "I'm not jealous. I'm not."
    She played with her phone, turning it over in her hands.
    Should I call him? No, I should leave him alone. I'll call him tomorrow, just to say hi. If I wait it won't seem so needy.
    The phone could be used for other things, like calling for pizza. She was still hungry, and it was Friday. It would be prudent to watch her weight now when she was at least kind of dating, but the small salad had little impact on hunger.
    Someone knocked on the door and the unexpected noise made her jump. For all she knew it might be a whole gang of bikers wanting to come in and wreck her place, or why not the police wanting to interrogate her for associating with criminal elements.
    Get a grip, silly.
    Opening the door, with the security chain on, she was relieved to see Jimmy outside. He held up a twelve pack of beer and a bag with take-out food from a Chinese restaurant.
    "Today, I would like to come in."
    She fumbled the door open, lifted an eyebrow, and teased, "You're drunk."
    He shrugged and flashed a smile that made a million butterflies take flight in her stomach.
    "Just a little. Hey, where's your kitchen?"
    The scents wafting from the bag made her mouth water.
    "This house is so small you can't miss anything. C'mon."
    Hopefully there wouldn't be anything too embarrassing in the fridge, like moldy leftovers. Even if there were, he was probably too focused on his beer to notice.
    "You read my mind, I'm starving."
    Jimmy looked happy with himself. "Really?"
    "Yes. I was just thinking about food."
    And you...
    He unpacked little boxes from Ming Palace all over the counter.
    "I didn't know what you'd want, so I got some of everything. Hey, this is a nice house. And you got... sheep."
    What? Sheep? I don't have any pets. Certainly no farm animals.
    Glancing around, she realized he meant the figurine he bought her. It brightened the kitchen window.
    "I do. I don't think it'll give much wool, but it's real friendly and easy to care for."
    He shook his head and chuckled. "You're so fucking cute."
    Struggling to keep a stern face, she poked his chest.
    "Watch your mouth, mister."
    Jimmy placed his hands on her hips and tugged her closer, staring into her eyes.
    "I won't. What are you gonna do about it?"
    The warmth from his palms made her want to drop all her clothes. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck.
    "I don't know. Some form of punishment where you can't use your mouth for profanity."
    He kept his eyes fixed on hers a moment longer before brushing his lips over her cheek.
    "Maybe put it here?"
    Her skin tingled from the light kiss. Was it finally happening?
    "Maybe..."
    "Or here?"
    His lips barely touched hers, but it still felt like he set her on fire.
    "That's a good spot."
    The teasing was over. He tasted like beer and cigarettes and everything forbidden. His arms around her were strong enough to make her feel stuck in a vise, but she didn't mind. Not with that hard and muscular body pressed against her.
    If an asteroid hit Earth and eradicated all life, she'd die happy.
    It seemed like only half a second passed before he released her. His eyes were smiling, glittering, and she should have suspected mischief.
    "Sorry, can't do anymore. God intends for all intimacy to take place