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her surge in confidence. She grabbed her dress
and slid it over her head.
    “Come
on, Sexy. Let’s eat.” He led her down the narrow stairs into the small cabin.
She leaned against the bar and drank down the rest of her margarita. “Refill,”
she demanded.
    “You
alright?”
    “Never
better.”
    “How
about a little food with that tequila?” he asked, popping a carrot stick into
her mouth.
    “I
could eat a cow.” She leaned into the refrigerator, side by side with J.D.,
bare thigh to bare thigh. She nibbled on the carrot.  He nibbled on her ear. She
giggled.
    “You
might be right about that pool of semen.”
    “You’re
not ready…”
    He
caught her question in his mouth. Kicking the refrigerator door closed with his
right foot, he backed her up to the bunk and tossed her into the pile of down,
climbing in on top. He reached for his drawstring.
    “Wait.
Let me.” She sat up halfway and took the drawstring between her teeth, pulling
slowly.
     J.D.
groaned. “Lord have mercy!”
    “Who’s
the sexiest woman alive?” murmured Halee against his tender flesh.
    J.D.
hesitated. Halee gave a little bite.
    “AHHH!
You! You are the sexiest woman alive!”
    “Say
my name.”
    J.D.
dropped his head back and closed his eyes as if being transported to another
galaxy. “Halee,” he panted.  “Halee McCarthy.”
    “It’s
a shame you’ll be moving to New York.”
    “Damn
shame.”
    “Only
Chicago girls know how to do this properly.”
    J.D.
groaned and flipped her underneath him. “Let me show you how we do it in
Oklahoma.” And for the next hour he worked his own magic until at last she begged
for mercy.
    He
collapsed at her side and pulled her close, listening to her soft breathing and
thinking of the stars and the sweet taste of Halee McCarthy until his grumbling
stomach reminded him it needed filled.
    “Wanna
watch me cook?” he murmured against Halee’s neck.
    But
Halee had already drifted off to sleep.
     

~THREE~
    Halee
opened one eye to the merciless sun blazing through the opened curtains and
slapped a hand to her aching forehead. “Holy Moses!” she moaned. “Who hit me?”
    “I
believe his name is Jose Cuervo.”
    Halee
opened her other eye and peered toward the female voice coming from somewhere
behind her. She rolled over and met the amused gaze of a small woman with café
au lait skin wearing a white silk sleeveless sweater and well fitted jeans. Her
hair was cropped into a short curly tumble and she wore dark rimmed eye glasses
that made her look like an intelligent artist. She held up an empty bottle of
tequila and smiled. “Jose is not your friend.”
    “Now
you tell me.”
    “And
neither is J.D., between you and me,” said the woman, approaching the bunk.
“He’s the leaving kind.”
    “You’re
not...”
    “Samantha
Billings. You can call me Sam.”
    Halee
shook her head, trying to make sense of the situation. “I thought…”
    “That
Sam was a man? I’m sure my name works in J.D.’s favor every time he borrows my
boat. And your name?”
    “Halee.
I’m Halee.” She reached down for her dress.
    “Anne
Klein,” noted Sam. “Always elegant.”
    “J.D.
bought it for me.”
    “Of
course, he did. Played country ballads in that fancy little sports car of his,
too, didn’t he? Let me guess- Travis Tritt.” Sam broke into song. “ If you
wonder if I’m strong enough to be your man…yes, I am .”
    Halee
grimaced. “Thanks for spoiling that memory. I would have preferred to believe
that song was just for me.”
    “ You’re
a complicated lady, that’s for sure… ” bellowed Sam in a country twang, doubling
over with laughter. “I know Travis. He’s the leaving kind, too.”
    Halee
groaned and covered her eyes. “I can’t believe this. He’s sleeping with you,
isn’t he? How many of you are there?”
    “Relax,
Sister,” said Sam. “J.D. and I are just friends, although I do admit that I’ve
been tempted a time or two. I let him hang around, mostly