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make a good boyfriend anyway. I’m too damaged. After Rhys, I don't even have it in me to trust another woman, let alone to love her.
     
    So, I plan on enjoying my life as a free man. And I mean that in every sense of the word.
     
    My gaze happens to drift to the door just as it swings open. A hot-as-fuck blonde with pale skin and long legs struts in. She’s followed by an earthy, auburn-haired goddess with a button nose, pouty lips. They both look good. Real good. But it isn’t until the third girl walks in that I literally lose my breath.
     
    Samantha Freakin’ Trotten…
     
    My eyes follow her as the trio settles in at a small round table in the middle of the room. Sammie shrugs out of her chunky sweater and she’s wearing a silky, white button-down with loose beige pants that obscure her delicious curves. Her hair is short now. It barely brushes her shoulders and dark tendrils fall loose, framing her oval face. Somehow, her chocolate-brown eyes are even more striking than I remember. She seems totally unaware of how naturally gorgeous she is. No thanks to her lackluster choice of clothing.
     
    She has always had this innocent charm about her, even when she was an awkward teenager with braces and overly-thick eyebrows. Even when she preferred going to calculus study group on a Saturday afternoon instead of hanging out at the mall with the other girls from our school.
     
    Even now while she’s dressed like a celibate librarian in a room full of scantily-clad women, she’s more beautiful than them all.
     
    The past eight years have refined the hell out of her. She’s taken on more of her mother’s Latina features with time, especially that curvy figure. And the way she moves just accentuates her shape. She can’t be more than 5’2” but her strut rivals that of any of the legendary supermodels on the catwalk.
     
    Her mood had been sour this morning when she saw me. And that’s understandable. After all, I disappeared on prom day and then suddenly I reappeared unannounced years later, trying to pretend that everything is all the same.
     
    It isn’t.
     
    I’m painfully aware that we never got to finish what we started as teenagers. But it’s too late for that now. When Daniel rented the place to me, his one condition was that I keep my hands off of his sister.
     
    And I intend to respect that request. Things are different now. I’m not the same guy that I was all those years ago. I’ve done things, horrible things. And now, Samantha Trotten is even more out of my league than she was back in high school.
     
    Regardless, we can be civil towards each other. I can't just let her think that I'm a total unrepentant asshole…I feel like shit over the way I left things between us. Daniel told me that she took it really hard when I left town. That sucks because I wanted many 'firsts' with Samantha Trotten, but being the first asshole to break her heart? That's not a title that I’d ever dreamed of holding.
     
    I can make nice with Sammie. I should make nice with Sammie. At the very least, it’s the neighborly thing to do. Even Daniel wouldn’t be able to object to that.
     
    I watch as her eyes scan the room. She’s searching, her gaze roaming restlessly…until it lands on me.
     
    For one electric moment, our eyes lock.
     
    God — she’s beautiful. And I’m not just saying that because my cock is harder than algebraic geometry right now. I’m not just saying that because I haven’t touched a woman in three years. She really is that beautiful.
     
    I grab the barman’s attention and order a pitcher of sangrias. Sangrias. That’s what hot girls drink at a bar, right? I can’t even remember. It’s been so damn long.
     
    The waitress drops the order off at their table, then leans towards them, pointing in my direction. Sammie looks over at me. Longing flashes in her eyes. But it’s quickly replaced by a double-dose of bitter contempt. Her friends seem very flattered, though. They bat their