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stick.”
    “It was good. I guess. All we did was kiss and then I jumped up from the couch and left. The only reason he did it was because he’d had too much to drink.”
    Now she was feeling like an idiot.
    “Good? Then you ran away?” Rayne groaned and rolled her eyes. “What am I going to do with you? The hottest guy in Fielding – maybe in Montana – kisses you and you run for the hills. What were you thinking?”
    That was the problem. Misty hadn’t been thinking at all – only feeling. It had been overwhelming.
    “I was thinking that I didn’t want to be a casual piece of ass to some drunk guy.” Misty slapped her mug down on the coffee table. “Are you saying you think I should have slept with Sheriff Jared Monroe?”
    “What I am saying is that you should sleep with someone,” Rayne shot back. “You could certainly do worse than the sheriff. Everyone says he’s a good man and you never hear a peep of a complaint from his ex-girlfriends. Geez, you dress like a nun, Misty. You might as well be one. Repressing your sexuality isn’t healthy. Like, at all.”
    Misty’s hand went reflexively to the collar of the shirt – buttoned all the way to the top – underneath her sweater. “Just because I don’t show a bunch of skin–”
    “You don’t show any skin,” Rayne interjected, a fierce tone in her voice. “It could be ninety degrees outside and you’re covered head to toe. You’re an attractive woman and the way you hide away from men and life is sad.”
    Misty’s lips trembled with the wave of emotion that ran through her. She and Rayne had discussed this so many times and it never seemed to get any easier. “You know why.”
    Rayne’s expression softened and she patted Misty’s hand. “You don’t want to be like your mom. But can’t you see? You already aren’t like her. She let booze and men run her life, although from what you said she didn’t regret a day of it. She lived life to the fullest in her own way. Going to bed with a sexy man and – dare I say enjoying it – doesn’t make you your mom. It just makes you human. Believe me you don’t want to miss out on one of life’s greatest pleasures.”
    “I’ve had sex and I think you exaggerate.”
    “Tell me again how many times you’ve had sex.”
    Misty had a cringe-worthy image of her college boyfriend standing next to the bed with a disgusted look on his face. She’d been mortified as he’d pulled his clothes back on and explained that he simply couldn’t date a girl who was frigid.
    “You know I’ve only had sex three times with Steve.”
    Rayne snorted. “It could hardly even be called sex from what you told me. He got on top of you and pumped away and then blamed you when you didn’t swoon over his technique. Asshole.”
    Misty pressed a hand to her hot cheek and winced at Rayne’s bald but true statement. “He was an asshole but maybe I am frigid. I didn’t really enjoy it at all. I just wanted it to be over.”
    Rayne took a sip of her cocoa. “How did you feel when the sheriff kissed you? Did you just want that to be over too?”
    “No,” Misty confessed softly. “It felt…”
    She didn’t even have the words for how it had felt except that her body hadn’t even seemed like her own anymore. She’d spent so many years stomping away any semblance of sexual desire and he’d managed to blow a hole in her defenses with one kiss.
    “Yep,” Rayne nodded in satisfaction. “You were kissed by a real man. A man who knows what he’s doing. I bet if you’d gone to bed with him you wouldn’t be talking about all this frigid crap. You’d be smiling. A lot.”
    Misty picked up her cooled mug and took a drink, taking a moment to gather her scattered thoughts. The night had thrown her carefully curated world onto its ear.
    “Well, I didn’t and I doubt I’ll see him again before I leave so it’s over and done with. Besides, starting a relationship with someone when I’m leaving for Seattle doesn’t