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swaying the half-full bottle in his face and pointing to his glass.
    Rats and Whitney were now wrapped in each other’s arms, ignoring the rest of the pub. Emma was chatting up the new barman and Linda looked to be kicking her brother’s butt at darts. Flynn looked again at the bottle and then back to Lauren.
    ‘Just one more.’
    When the bottle was gone, Flynn ordered Lauren a glass of wine and a beer for himself. For a second he thought twice about the choice. Common sense almost won, but then he glanced around him at the scene of country people having good, clean fun – the music loud, the laughs many, the atmosphere charged and happy – and he wanted that. It’d been years since alcohol had owned him. He’d only have one more.
    One became two, two became four and before he knew it, he’d dragged Lauren onto the makeshift dance floor and was partying like it was 1999. As the barman called for last drinks, Lauren sank her arms around Flynn’s neck and pressed her curves against the steely length of his body. Of course, he reacted. He wouldn’t be male if he didn’t.
    ‘I’ve had a great night, Flynn.’
    ‘Me too.’ His words slurred slightly.
    ‘You can’t drive home like this. The cops will pick you up for sure.’
    He leaned his cheek against her hair and breathed in her pungent berry scent. ‘I’ll sleep in the back of the ute.’
    ‘Now, Flynn …’ Lauren’s hands crawled down to cup his buttocks and pull him tightly against her. Her words slithered into his ear on hot, wanton breath. ‘I’ve got a much better idea.’
    And then her lips were accosting his. Her tongue took liberties as it swept his mouth, probing for access. His hands floundered as he tried to grab out for balance, to latch onto reality before he did something he might regret, but he got hold of a breast instead, the soft, round orb sending short, sharp messages to his brain. His body took on a life of its own. He couldn’t remember the last time he was kissed – the farm had been his sole focus for quite some time – and suddenly it didn’t seem like such a bad idea. He was twenty-nine, for crying out loud. He should have a little fun while he could. Besides, since he’d been in Lauren’s company, he hadn’t thought about Ellie once.
    So he kissed Lauren back. Snaked his hands up her spine and then her neck, sliding his fingers into her long, blonde locks. He felt his blood pump south and pulled back slightly to look into her eager eyes. ‘Let’s get outta here.’
    Rats gripped Flynn’s shoulder as they headed for the door. ‘You sure you want to do this, mate?’ His eyes were trained on Lauren giggling at Flynn’s side. ‘You’ve had a fair bit to drink.’
    Now Flynn knew how Lucy felt when he started with the preachy talk. It got old and boring fast.
    ‘Thanks, but I can look after myself.’
    Outside, Lauren pushed him against the ute, fishing her fingers into his pocket for his car keys. ‘I’m driving. I only had one drink.’
    ‘Of course.’ Grinning, he leaned back against the vehicle, his hands clasped behind his head as she took longer to dig than was strictly necessary.
    ‘You like that, Flynn?’ She plucked the keys from his jeans but, not at all coy, she continued her exploration of his crotch, rubbing her palm up and over the denim at his groin. His hips angled forward of their own accord and he grabbed Lauren’s wrist.
    ‘Let’s go.’
    ‘My feelings exactly.’
    Lauren opened the passenger door and Flynn slumped inside, his boots kicking a collection of empty Coke cans at his feet. She slid in the driver’s side and took in the mess. ‘I thought you’d take better care of your vehicle, Flynn Quartermaine.’
    He glanced at her. ‘Umm …’ Even his mum didn’t nag him about such things.
    ‘Relax.’ Lauren laughed. She started the ute, and after quickly reversing out, laid her hand against Flynn’s taut thigh. ‘It’s not your housekeeping I’m interested in.’
    Chuckling,