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within the bounds of marriage."
    The comment was so unexpected she burst out, "Say what?"
    A religious criminal biker? You've got to be kidding me.
    He laughed. "Got you, I got you good. You should have seen the look on your face."
    She smacked his shoulder. "It's not nice to make fun of people. You're a dick."
    "Well, at least I have one."
    Trust me, I've been thinking about it.
    "I never doubted that."
    "Do you want to hit me again, or should we just have dinner?"
    "Just kiss me, dumbass."
    He did, but she could hear suppressed laughter when he murmured, "Your food is getting cold."
    "Microwave."

Chapter Four
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    T he next morning, Sharon opened her eyes with a smile on her face.
    How pleasant it was to share the bed with someone. It had been empty for so long.
    Jimmy snored softly and she slipped out of bed to take a quick peek in the mirror and text Mona.
    "Guess who came over last night. We had Chinese."
    The answer came promptly, "Not gay?"
    Her cheeks heated at the mere thought. "Definitely not gay."
    That man has an appetite for life. Should I tell her that he has tattoos? No, she probably guessed that already.
    The phone beeped again. "LOL! Good for you!"
    She tried to slip back into bed without waking him, but failed. Jimmy rolled over on his back and pulled her close.
    "Good morning, gorgeous."
    Resting her head against his shoulder was almost too good. How had she lived without him for so long? She ran a hand over his chest and he laughed.
    "You're a wanton little nymphet."
    "Who, me?"
    He poked the tip of her nose. "Yes, you."
    I'm dreaming, and any moment I'll wake up and he'll be gone. You don't meet the person just right for you when driving to Wal-Mart. It doesn't happen.
    Her vision of a perfect Saturday included staying in bed at least until noon. With Jimmy there it seemed silly to get up at all.
    His version of reality was clearly different: he sat up, giving a splendid view of his muscular chest. "I can almost feel the sun shine outside. Time to get up. Up. Outside."
    Could she make him stay in bed if she showed her boobs? No, he'd probably just tease her.
    "Where are we going?"
    "Mickey-Dee's for breakfast, then anywhere that's outside. Trust me, I can ravage you just as well on the beach as in bed."
    Where does he get all this energy? It's Saturday morning... I need a shower.
    She pulled jeans and a shirt on and followed nonetheless. Outside, the large bike waited for them, and the silver sedan idled in the neighbor's driveway. Jimmy frowned.
    "What's up with that car and the kids? I've seen it a lot this week."
    "I don't know. They sit there all the time, and..."
    She didn't get a chance to finish the sentence. He walked over towards the car with long strides, bent down, peeked in through the back window, and waved to the boys.
    This ought to be interesting.
    The kids didn't scream, and no maniacal woman flew out of the house. Jimmy returned and made an unhappy grimace.
    "That's not good. Kids that age need something to do."
    How do you know? Do you have a bunch of children tucked away somewhere? A secret family?
    He swung a leg over the bike but still didn't look particularly happy, and she fidgeted with the helmet in her hands.
    "Jimmy..."
    When he glanced up and met her eyes, his mouth twitched into a smile.
    "You look like you think I'll kidnap them."
    "No. I'm just happy you're here."
    It was the right thing to say. His smile widened and he patted the seat. She obeyed, and hugged him from behind. When they reached McDonald's he seemed to have shaken the mood completely; he pulled her close and kissed her so passionately her knees threatened to buckle.
    She expected a lonely weekend with TV and the laptop for company, but her life had changed. Their Saturday was a whirlwind of activity, sex, coffee, and beer. She thought Jimmy would leave to go play with his friends, or whatever they did, but he hung around and even came with her to the store.
    The lady at checkout was used