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Jerry at the university?”
    “He was visiting some friends and came by to say hi. My dad probably told him to check up on me.”
    “It didn’t look like that to me. The way he was holding and squeezing you told a different story. Anyway, I’m sure your dad would’ve been pissed if he saw the two of you attached at the hip.” She rose from the bed. “Damn, my head is pounding. Why the fuck did I drink so much? I’ve got a paper about civilization versus the wilderness in The Scarlet Letter for Dempsey’s class on Tuesday, and I haven’t even begun to research it. Shit.”
    “I took her class last semester. I got an ‘A’ on my paper on the same topic. Do you want to check out my resource list? It’ll cut your research in half.”
    A wide smile broke over Taylor’s face. “Definitely. I’m going over to the library to start the damn thing. You wanna come?”
    “No, I’ll study here. I got all my heavy-duty stuff out of the way yesterday.”
    “You going to tell your dad you bumped into Jerry?”
    “Hell, no. You think I’m a glutton for punishment? My dad would’ve been pissed if he’d seen the way I was acting. It’s better to just file last night away as a blissful memory. It’ll never happen again.”
    Before closing the bathroom door, Taylor shook her head. “The way you two were carrying on, I wouldn’t bank on it.”
    The door shut and Kylie stared blankly at it, the rush of water filling her ears. She touched her lips, remembering the way they felt with Jerry’s mouth on them. A shiver ran up her spine as her stomach clenched. She had to forget about last night. And Jerry. She couldn’t disappoint her dad.
    Jerry was just a handsome, funny guy she talked to whenever she went to the clubhouse. Nothing more.
    Yeah, right. Try and convince yourself of that.
    She was on a tightrope, and one misstep meant disaster. She had to be good. Her dad depended on it, and Jerry’s life did too.

Chapter Three
    J erry reread Kylie’s texts, honing in on the smiley face she sent him. She was so fucking adorable. Who the hell sent smiley faces? He didn’t know any chick who’d ever sent him one. He motioned for Blade to give him another beer, even though he knew if he didn’t stop, he’d have to crash at the club. Jerry had a three-bedroom apartment near downtown Pinewood Springs, wanting the extra space because he was always puttering around with his tools and supplies, making front and back fender ornaments for motorcycles. He’d sold several to Hawk for his bike shop, and had just received an order for six dozen assorted ornaments for a motorcycle vendor in neighboring Silverplume. His hobby was becoming a business, and he was happy to have the space to accommodate it.
    Blade plunked down the beer on the counter in front of Jerry. Curling his fingers around the cold bottle, Jerry gulped it down then gestured for another. The softness of Kylie’s mouth on his invaded his thoughts. He never should’ve gone to see her. And he certainly shouldn’t have tasted her sweet lips. Before the previous night, he’d only imagined what it would feel like to kiss and hold her. Now he knew , and he was fucking hooked.
    I should just walk away. Cherish the memory then lose it in Rosie’s tits and Wendy’s pussy. There’d be plenty of hoodrats to help him forget how fantastic it felt to hold Kylie and breathe in her lavender-powdery scent. He had to let it go… but how in the fuck could he? He needed to touch and kiss her one more time, and then he’d be done. What a fuckin’ mess you’ve gotten yourself into. You shoulda left her alone. You knew she was off-limits. Damnit!
    He didn’t believe for one minute that Kylie didn’t remember their kiss. She was probably reeling from the memory of it the same as he was. She knew the score, knew her dad was a no-nonsense type of guy. Jerry’s unbridled passion for her made him seek her out at school, just so he could see her, hear her voice, be with her. Now,