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she walks up the brick path and stumbles a step when she sees me.
    “Hey,” she whispers.
    “Hey.” Standing, I grab the keys from her hand and unlock the door. When I walk into her house, I flip on a light by the entryway.
    “Thanks. I’ll be right back.” Watching her shapely ass disappear up the stairs makes me suck in a groan. Her body is absolutely perfect.
    I’ve been here since they moved in, but every time was as a landlord. I actually take a minute to look around. She’s got it decorated with this neat beach theme. Where my grandparents’ dining room table used to be is now a playroom, and she repainted the kitchen a bright yellow. Scanning the pictures on the wall, I laugh at one where Courtney has icing all over her face.
    “That was last year.” Her soft voice filters through the living room and I turn to face her. “Ben’s birthday. Mona told him to do it.”
    “It’s cute.” Cute. I’m turning into a pussy.
    My hands nestle in my jeans pockets, and I rock on my shoes.
    “What’s up?” she asks. Her head tilts and her arms cross. Guarded.
    “Just wanted to make sure you were okay after-”
    “Yeah,” she interrupts, irritated. “I’m fine.”
    “Okay. I’ll just go then.” My hand grazes the knob when she halts me with her words.
    “I hate it. I hate that I have to work there. I hate not being able to tuck my kid into bed every night. I hate that I’m alone all the fucking time. And I hate that twice in one month you’ve seen me at my worst.” When I turn to address her, she raises her hand to stop me. “I take it back. Three times. At the club, when I threw myself at you, and then tonight. God!” She rips her hair out of the clip and plops on the couch. “You probably think I’m a complete basket case.”
    “No. I don’t really know you. And I wish to hell I didn’t want to.”
    She chews on her thumbnail. “You want to know me but don’t want to want to?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Oh.”
    Choosing my words carefully, I tell her, “I’m honestly not sure if it’s because I know you’d be a great lay, or because I can’t have you.”
    My bluntness does not deter her. “Why can’t you have me?”
    “Seriously?”
    “No. I want you to lie,” she smirks.
    My boots echo in the dimly lit living room, and I stand in front of her. I can’t help the thoughts that invade me right now; she’s at the perfect height for me to fuck her mouth.
    “I can’t have you because I can’t give you what you need.”
    She stands and inadvertently, her large tits run up my stomach. “What is it you think I need?”
    “More than a few hours.”
    A weak smile tugs at her lips. Her wrist is tiny in my hand when I grab it to kiss her palm before gently pushing her back on the sofa and walking to the door.
    “I don’t know why the hell I came in here.” What the fuck was I thinking? That I’d suddenly become honorable and fall at her feet? This is such bullshit. I don’t care about women. Hell, I don’t care about anyone but myself. But for some goddamned reason, what’s left of my conscience is outweighing my dick.
    “You’re right, Sam.” She kneels on the couch and twirls a piece of hair with her finger. “I want more. I do. But sometimes I think it’ll never happen, finding a good man. So I wonder why I continue to even try.”
    The thought of her with another guy enrages me. I should just fuck her and get it over with. Get her out of my system. Before she finds a good man. I clench my fists imagining her spread open, moaning for someone else, and wait for her to finish.
    “You should probably go,” she ends in a whisper.
    “Probably.” My feet won’t move, even though my mind knows I need to leave.
    Maybe she doesn’t realize, but she’s giving me all the signals. Soft voice, sticking her chest out, twirling her hair. I know if I don’t walk out right now, I’ll do something she’ll regret. I won’t regret it, but she will. Her shapely form starts walking toward