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down, with no intent to get up. She did, after all, have
her moments of sweetness.
    Bradley had mentioned picking him up
and riding to the Banquet Hall together, but Jake knew the guy wouldn’t be
alone. He’d decided against that idea all together. He didn’t feel like playing
third wheel to his brother and whichever chick he’d chosen for the night.
Ideally, it was always a different woman every night. The guy’s motto was no
need to wear out a good thing. Jake was sure he would have run out of women after the past ten years.
    Not yet.
    He also didn’t want to hear Bradley
ragging on his ass all night about how he was a disappointment to the Lawrence
family name. For the most part he let his kid brother talk because he’d saved
his sorry ass more times than Jake could count over the past two years. Bradley
was the only family he had left, and even though Jake didn’t deserve him, the
guy always had his back.
    No matter what Bradley thought
nowadays, Jake had no problem getting women—after all, he did have the Lawrence
charm to his advantage. He just hadn’t wanted to bang the typical bar chick in
a roach-infested room above Ollie’s lately. Yeah—attractive women dressed in
scanty miniskirts showing long, tanned legs and big breasts covered with only
thin tops just didn’t do it for him anymore.
    What was he thinking? He was becoming
a sorry excuse for a man.
    Maybe he wasn’t feeling the bar scene
because he was still recovering from a hard-on caused by the hysterical blonde
from earlier. No matter what everyone else thought of him, if one woman caused
his dick to rise, he didn’t go out and stick it in some other willing woman.
Unlike his brother, he had some standards.
    The imaginary short brunette was
replaced by a long, honey blond woman. High cheekbones, sea-green eyes a man
could lose his soul in, full, kissable lips on milky skin made up most of her
gorgeous face. The hourglass flare of her hips made her jeans fill out in all
the right places—accompanied by her swelling breasts filling out her thin, snug
T-shirt—and made his shaft harden and push toward the zipper of his jeans. She
was natural, a woman who had come into her own.
    Jake had almost been too rough
earlier. He could hear the shock in the ragged breath that escaped her wet,
waiting lips. But he couldn’t control himself. He had to feel those sexy curves
pressed up against him. Her skin was smooth—much like he expected—and her sweet
smell invaded his head, making him forget about everything that had sucked in
his life. Not wanting to hear about how he purposively meant to run her off the
road…which he hadn’t, he’d grabbed her. And he sure as hell didn’t want to
bring up his failure to take responsibility. He wanted to look, which resulted
in him wanting to touch. It was unfair to wave candy in front of a man and
expect him not to want it.
    One touch—like many other appetites,
it couldn’t go unsatisfied for long. But she was out of the question. That
appetite was just going to have to go unsatisfied. He wasn’t into serious women.
His type was simple: no muss, no fuss. Anna Kelly definitely could never be
that woman. His best bet was to stay clear of her. She was better off without
him around.
    She was here for her best friend, and
he had no right to interrupt her plans. Except he had. He was surprised when
she didn’t ask why he was there at her house. But he had surprised her, that
was noticeable. Nonetheless, she was so caught up in the shock she never
wondered why he was standing on her front porch. She probably ran off so quickly
because of the rattling effect he had on her. She would find out about the deal
he’d made with her pushover realtor soon enough.
    Jake knew her wrath would come down
on him again when she heard about him living in her house, but he found her
kind of cute when she got all demanding and tested her take-charge attitude on
him.
      It was wrong, but he couldn’t shake the
feeling that