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it is soaked and dark with sweat, forming beautifully to his clearly chiseled pecks. He is also sporting a pair of bright orange running shoes.
    He steps down between two rocks, pausing to wipe the sweat from his face with the corner of his shirt, giving me an eyeful of tanned, toned abdominal perfection. He then eases himself next to me on the rock and pulls up his outer leg, draping his arm up over his knee. His easygoing manner eases a bit of my tension but does nothing for the excitement building between my thighs.
    “Elizabeth from Beacon Pointe, right? You look different with your hair pulled back and not in uniform.”
    “Yes.” I’m pleasantly surprised he remembered but become increasingly aware that I may smell of sweat and yesterday’s perfume.
    “You run this trail a lot?” he asks.
    “Weather permitting. It can be pretty chilly near the lake, so most days I work out at my place.”
    His shoulder brushes mine, and I’m inadvertently offered the sweet smell that is Marshall Roderick.
How can he smell this good having just finished running?
My eyes wander to the bulge in his shorts, and I can’t help but wonder how the two of us would smell tangled up in sex and sweat. I would love to know how he tastes, his neck, his lips, and his smooth, hard manhood in my mouth. My eyes shoot up when I realize I’m staring right at his crotch, caught up in my fantasy. He is staring at me with a devilish smirk; clearly he’d seen where my eyes had been. I feel my face flush, but grin at the thought of him watching me as I think about him naked with his cock in my mouth.
    “Do you live close to here?” He stretches his arms up and back, then drapes his arm back over his knee.
    “Not far, about five miles. How about you?”
    “I live in Minneapolis, not too far, only about 150 miles.” A big smile crosses his face. He gives me a wink.
    I begin to fidget, spinning my ring as I always do when I get anxious. I can tell he notices too. If only I had his confidence, my eyes would be traveling the length of him, making sure he noticed my interest.
    “Just a couple miles then?” A larger-than-necessary smile crosses my face. “What brings you to Duluth?” I pause. “If you don’t mind me asking.”
    “My buddy Parker and I own the Abberline Distillery here in town, as well as one in Minneapolis.”
    “A distillery of what?” I ask, but worry I may be a bit too nosy.
    “Have you ever heard of absinthe?”
    Shit, I’m not sure what it is. I have a vague recollection of it from one of the many romance novels I’ve read. Reluctantly, I shoot him a confused expression.
    “Many people haven’t. It was banned from the U.S. for one hundred years. People once believed it could cause you to hallucinate.”
    “Sounds pretty heavy-duty.”
    “It’s relatively strong, but if you know how to drink it, the flavor is supreme.”
    “I bet it is, or you wouldn’t make it.”
    He laughs. “Very good point.”
    I reach into my running shirt pocket for my phone. It’s nearly noon already. I have to be ready at one, but I don’t care to leave this rock, this conversation, or Marshall Roderick.
    “I bet you have to get going.” He puts his leg down and rises to his feet. “You working tonight?”
    “Nope. I get the night off.”
Oh, please don’t go, Marshall
. I stay seated, hoping he will sit back down.
Why did I look at my phone?
    “Well, maybe you could join me at the Blackwater Lounge tonight for a tasty absinthe cocktail.” His voice goes deeper to emphasize the “tasty absinthe cocktail,” causing both of us to grin.
    “That sounds great.” My voice squeaks, sounding a bit too anxious. Uncrossing my legs, I slide my body down the rock until my feet hit the ground, but I find my footing unstable and begin to fall forward. Marshall reaches for my arm and misses. Down I go onto my hands and knees, grunting loudly as I land.
    “Elizabeth!” His hands find the sides of my ribs as he positions himself to help