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jerked against his underwear and he made himself step back.
    She snatched the towel from the ground. “What are you doing here?”
    “I needed to see you.” He grabbed the towel and let his gaze roam over her. His whole body burned. “Don’t cover yourself. You’re so sexy.”
    Mortification shone in Kat’s pretty gray-blue eyes. “J.J., don’t. Please!”
    He couldn’t help himself. J.J. slid his hand from Kat’s shoulder down to her breast, lifted and squeezed her plump flesh.
    Kat’s rosy nipple puckered and her body trembled. Saliva pooled in his mouth. “You’re beautiful.”
    “Please stop.”
    “I want you!” He leaned in and brushed his lips to hers. Need pulsed through him. “Let me have you.”
    Kat placed her hand on his chest. “I can’t.”
    Her palm heated his skin. J.J. nipped at her bottom lip. “Why?” He cupped Kat’s face and ran his thumb over her cheek.
    Her eyes softened. “J.J., no.”
    J.J. knew he could push and win. “Kat, please.”
    A tear dampened his finger. Reality hit him like a kick to the nuts. “Shit.” He jerked back and let her have the towel. Kat grabbed it and ran into the house.
    “What did I just do?” He had never pushed a woman into bed before. If Kat hadn’t started to cry, he would have convinced her to have sex. What the fuck was wrong with him? God knew he liked Kat, but he never forced a woman. That was, until today.
    He stood in the aromatic backyard and listened to the waterfall spill into Kat’s pool. Hot air swelled around him and thunder sounded in the distance. “Shit.” J.J. lifted his face to the sky. Just what he needed. J.J. rubbed his hands through his hair. Sweat rolled down his back and collected at the base of his spine. “Fuck, I blew it!”
    He hurried to the front of the house and stepped over Sam’s skateboard on his way to the door. J.J. pounded on the heavy wood. The solid brass knocker thudded against the thick mahogany. “Kat, I’m sorry. Open up, I want to talk to you.” He needed to tell her…what, that he wasn’t a rapist? Fat raindrops started to fall and soak through his shirt.
    “Please just leave.” Kat’s muffled voice broke with emotion, almost bringing him to his knees.
    “Please.” J.J. rested his head against the wood. “Kat, I’m sorry.” Water ran down his back. “Please, Kat. Can we talk about this?” He needed to see her, to hold her close and… For fuck’s sake. The last thing she needs is you.
    Lightning splintered the sky as J.J. ran to his truck. He grabbed his cell, scanned through his contacts and found the one person he thought could help. J.J. started the ignition and headed home.
    Patricia answered on the fifth ring. He told her every dirty detail of what he had done and prayed she would still help him. Patricia agreed and they made plans for Friday night. J.J.’s shoulders finally relaxed when he hung up with Patricia. He dialed his foreman Juan and arranged to have Kat’s yard done tomorrow. J.J. drove past his apartment complex and headed to his mother’s. He would take her to lunch. She would make him feel good about himself again.
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    J.J. sat at the bar in the Shady Horse Friday night. Dread and lust mixed like acid in his gut. He peeled the label of his Sam Adams as Irish music assaulted his ears. Every nerve in his body did a jig with the peppy tune. He glanced at his watch for the hundredth time.
    Fred, the old Irish bartender, ambled over. “Boyo, looking at your watch is not going to make the time go any faster.”
    He twisted the band on his wrist. “I know.”
    “Who are you waiting for?”
    What could J.J. say? He was waiting for the Kat Henderson to give him the time of day. His stomach tied in a knot. “Friends.”
    “You are wound awful tight to be waiting for friends.” Fred swiped a rag over the well-maintained bar.
    “Shit, Fred. Can I have another beer?”
    “Coming right up.” The older man sniggered. “I hope your lady gets here