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fragile to waste a moment.”
    Jessie turned to look at Dr. Orwin. The doc seemed be somewhere else. He nodded to the older gentleman before softly closing the door behind him and heading swiftly out of his office. He avoided eye contact with the person who was waiting. He wasn’t so much worried about being seen there, it was more that he didn’t want to hold anyone else’s secret.
    He took the helmet from the back of his Harley. As he strapped it on, Mrs. Stanton’s face came clearly into view, as she often did. He could see the sorrow even in his daydreams. On that afternoon, however, Mavis’ face replaced her. Angelic and sweet. Her body, long and lean. That skin that made him yearn for her from the pit of his stomach. Her lush hair and magnificent smile.
    As he took off, away from Dr. Orwin’s office, he knew that he wanted to see her. Right then, right now.

Chapter 5
    “Jessie. Come in.”
    Mavis had inherited her father’s ranch. The furniture and the décor remained largely unchanged from her childhood. Her mother had run off when she was seven. The place had lacked a woman’s touch for that whole time. And it still lacked the frills and embroidery, and other things that made his mom’s home so cozy. Being raised by her father, she’d never taken up the same things as some of the other girls. The plants were plastic and no day lilies were neatly lined along the edge of the porch. The house was clean and practical, like most things in her life—something that Jessie had always liked about her.
    “I was in the neighborhood,” he said.
    “Yep, I can see that. I’m just getting ready to go in for my shift. You know, one of these days, I’m going to quit that damn diner. Hal can rub your ass clean raw sometimes.”
    She was walking ahead of him, bare feet padding across the floor. Her jeans slipped a little lower than her waist, riding low on her hips. He could see the thin, pink cotton of her panties just above the waistline. Her top a cropped, shredded, white T-shirt. The material fell off her shoulder, unencumbered by a bra.
    Mavis took a seat on the couch, her nipples reacting as if the room were cold.
    “Have a seat,” she said. “I just had lunch. You want something to eat?”
    “Nah, I’m good. I ate a little while ago.”
    “I called you this morning. You didn’t answer so I figured you were still sleeping.”
    “I was up about eight. You were nowhere to be found.”
    “Sorry about that. I didn’t want anyone to see me sneaking out of there this morning. I left a little before dawn.”
    “Crawled out the window?”
    “Just like the good old days, right?”
    Jessie let a little laugh slip. That had been their entrance into one another’s houses. Thankfully, they’d been skilled enough to keep the nosey neighbors from spying their activities. They both would have gotten their hides tanned.
    Mavis giggled and leaned over to him on the couch, placing her head on his lap. Her hair fell over his thighs as she balled into the fetal position.
    Jessie watched her as her eyes closed. The rise and fall of her chest changing, her breath slowing. Running his fingers through her hair, he allowed himself to ease into the moment. She was like a breath of summer air.
    “When are you leaving again?” Her eyes remained closed, as if she was making a wish.
    “I don’t know yet.”
    “That’s the first time you’ve said that. Any reason, or is it that you don’t want to go back?”
    “I want to, eventually. I just don’t know when,” he lied, not wanting her to worry. If he had to tell her about the nightmares and all the guilt building inside him, she would indeed worry. It wasn’t her concern, not her war, and he didn’t want to make her own it.
    “I’m not complaining.” The smile that spread across her face warmed the room.
    “Mavis, none of that. You know I’ll go back eventually.”
    “Oh, I know.”
    “I just don’t want any misconceptions, you know?”
    “Oh, sure.” Mavis