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up and he caught her watery eyes.
    “He is, Mike,” she told him quietly.
    “No he isn’t, honey. He’s gone.” His arms gave her a squeeze. “It sucks, I know, it really fucking sucks but he’s gone. It doesn’t matter where his body is because he’s no longer in it.”
    Her eyes held his for long moments. Then she nodded.
    “You’re right,” she whispered.
    “I am,” he agreed and when he did, the clouds in her eyes parted and her lips quirked.
    Then her arms shifted but not to let him go. They moved from rounding his shoulders so her hands could wrap around the sides of his neck. Then her thumbs moved out to stroke his jaw. And as she did this, her eyes were moving over his face.
    Shit. Fuck him.
    Fuck him.
    He knew immediately where her mind was turning. It was where her sister’s had turned.
    Mike wanted not one thing to do with Debbie Holliday.
    But Dusty…
    This Dusty.
    Fuck him.
    “Dusty –” he started. What he was going to say he didn’t know. What he knew was, her face had changed, her body had relaxed into his and his arms did not move from around her.
    Before he could say it, though, she spoke.
    “Shocker,” she muttered.
    Her word was unexpected so he replied, “Pardon?”
    Her eyes left his mouth and came to his. “Shocker,” she repeated softly. “That you’re even more gorgeous than when you were high school. Total shocker.”
    It wasn’t. If she took any time to look in the mirror she’d see the same thing every day.
    “Honey –” he started, forcing his arms from around her, his hands sliding to the sides of her waist to set her away but her fingers pressed into his neck and he stopped.
    “Good genes, Mike Haines,” she whispered, her eyes dropping to his mouth, her body sliding up his as she went back up on her toes. “You’ve always had them.”
    Fuck.
    Her lips hit his but not for a kiss. Eyes open and staring into his, her lips moving against his lips, she warned, “I’m gonna kiss you, babe.”
    His fingers pressed into her waist and he warned back, “This is not a good idea, Dusty.”
    Her eyes flared in a way he felt in his dick and her mouth moved against his so he knew she’d smiled.
    “Yeah?” she asked then didn’t wait for an answer. “Well, I’ve carried through with a lot of bad ideas, gorgeous. And I’ve done all right.”
    Before he could respond, her hands slid into his hair, holding his head to hers and her lips pressed hard.
    Any other woman, bar none, made a play on him like that, he wouldn’t like it. Complete turn off. He made the plays. He initiated the moves.
    But fuck him, her lips felt good. Her tits also felt good pressed tight to his chest. The soft flesh under his fingers felt good. And she smelled fucking great.
    And there was the small fact that he’d had nothing but his hand for over two months. And the last woman who he’d shared a bed with was of the Debbie in high school variety.
    It had been a while.
    Too long. Way too fucking long for a man like him.
    So his mouth opened over hers.
    Her tongue instantly slid inside.
    His tongue instantly forced it out and slid into her mouth.
    She flattened herself against him.
    Fuck, that felt great.
    His arms closed around her and she felt good in them. Too good. She wasn’t too short.
    She was fucking perfect.
    He slanted his head and deepened the kiss. She tilted hers, let him in and did it on a sexy whimper that vibrated against his tongue and he felt straight to his dick.
    His hands immediately went to her ass.
    She immediately gave a little hop.
    He caught her, lifting her, her legs rounded his hips and, kissing her the whole way, he walked Dusty Holliday to the bed.
    Then he put her in it, joining her there.
    And then Mike Haines proceeded to fuck away her pain at losing her brother.
     
     

Chapter Two
    Making a Mental Note to Do Cartwheels
     
    O kay, shit. I just fucked Mike Haines, my sister’s ex-boyfriend.
    No. That wasn’t right.
    Okay, shit. I just fucked the