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through the yard if they wanted.
    “She’s really nice. You’d like Molly if you’d just give her a chance.”
    With a bitter taste in his mouth, Garret laughed and turned away from the headstone. It seemed weird, disrespectful even, to be talking about his father’s new sexual partner in front of his mother. He couldn’t even form an answer. Instead, he just shook his head.
    “She was pretty upset and embarrassed, Garret, but you can’t blame her for what you saw. Neither of us planned on anything like that happening. It just did.”
    Garret resisted the urge to cover his ears before they began to bleed from his father describing how his dick had come to be in that woman’s mouth in the middle of his mother’s kitchen. He’d heard Molly leave last night, right after the…incident. At least he hadn’t had to lie in his bed and picture them together. Or worse, hear them together.
    He finally made eye contact with his father. “Can we not talk about Molly in front of Mom, please?”
    “Why not? She knows.” His father smiled, a small sad-looking expression, as he glanced at the headstone. “I came here before I ever started dating again and told her. I come here a lot and talk to her. I think, I hope, she wants me to find someone to make me happy since she can’t be here herself. It’s been five years.”
    Garret had a feeling it could be fifteen years and he still would have trouble dealing with this. He let out a breath. “Can you not…do anything again until I’m gone? I’ll finish the deer stand today and then I’m leaving for the next event tomorrow. Do you think you can do that for me? Please?”
    “Yes. Of course I can. If that’s what you want.”
    “Thank you. I’m going to measure for that plywood flooring.”
    “I’ll meet you there in a few minutes.”
    “Fine.” Garret spun away on his boot heel. As he walked toward the path leading to his parked truck, he tried to concentrate on something else. Bulls, buckle bunnies—pretty much anything that wouldn’t remind him of this conversation. He could leave tomorrow night, drive straight through and be in North Carolina in time to have beer and burgers with Aaron after his sponsor thing on Thursday. Perfect.

Chapter Three
    Silver drew in a hiss of breath between her teeth. Adrenaline flooded her system as the hot pain seared through her. She watched him, his dark head bent low between her thighs, as he concentrated solely on his task.
    “That hurt?” Rico asked, without looking at her.
    “Nope. I’m good.” Her words came out sounding short and clipped.
    “Liar.” He glanced up and smiled.
    “Fine. It hurts like fucking hell. Now keep going.”
    “I do love a girl who likes a little pain.” Rico winked at her and adjusted his position, turning her leg so her inner thigh faced up.
    “Ow.” Silver cringed. “Shit. My leg doesn’t bend that direction.”
    He raised one pierced eyebrow. “You didn’t say a word when I pierced your clit hood or your belly button, but you’re bitching about me stretching your leg a little bit? You need to get to the gym. Do some yoga or something.”
    She scowled. “I don’t see you stretched out here on the table with your leg doing things nature never intended.”
    He stopped and put down the ink gun. “You wanna see what position I was in when I got my last tattoo?”
    “Uh, no. That’s okay.”
    “Didn’t think so.” He shot her a look and picked up his equipment again.
    Silver could only imagine what Rico’s clothing hid. This man’s body was like a patchwork quilt of tatts and piercings—right down to the Jacob’s Ladder piercing that she’d heard decorated his penis. Not that she’d seen that, of course. Theirs was a professional relationship. Though she did have a morbid curiosity to at least see the row of barbells running up his shaft, and more than once she’d imagined what it might feel like—all those balls and bars sliding inside her.
    Silver swallowed and yanked