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accident rattled you more than I thought if you need a get-in-touch-with-yourself moment.”
    Allie pushed up her chest, trying to form a slight cleavage at the V-neck of her T-shirt. “Thank God you sell lingerie for us slightly gifted girls so I don’t have to shop in the preteen underwear section anymore.”
    “Girlfriend, no offense. Anything would’ve been an improvement over those cotton training bras and panties you were wearing. A woman who teaches other women to use their sexual power should know better.”
    “I’ve got an even bigger problem now.” The weight of it pressed on Allie’s shoulders. “My clients have figured out I’m not seeing anyone.”
    For the past few years, she’d been so consumed with her studies and launching her business that she hadn’t given much thought to the supply—or lack—of suitable and eligible bed partners. Sex was easy to manage in theory. In reality, it was a lot tougher to get the rubber to meet the, uh, road.
    “I’m surprised it’s taken them this long to figure out you’re a big, fat—” Roxanne checked out Allie’s shorts and T-shirt. “Okay, a little, skinny fraud.”
    “How can I expect them to take risks, demand the life they want, when I’m not doing the same?”
    “You can’t.”
    “They want me to pick a special project. We’re all supposed to report back Friday.”
    “So get busy.”
    Cameron popped to mind again. Maybe her getting-busy solution had been delivered to her. The accident she’d seen as a stumbling block this morning might be the oasis for her sexual Sahara desert. Allie grabbed one of the orange vibrators Emmalee had eyed earlier, tossed it from hand to hand. “I may have a solution.”
    “Is this solution’s name Cameron Wright?” Roxanne skirted the counter to stash the remaining vibrators in the glass-topped case before Allie could snatch another.
    The earthy smell of jasmine from Roxanne’s signature candles helped Allie focus. She tapped her temple with the tip of the Promise Keeper XL, the silicone warm against her skin. For too many years, she’d let opportunities slide from her grasp, bowing to the pressure from her father to be the perfect student, the perfect daughter, the perfect Shelby. But conforming to expectations, her father’s or anyone else’s, was no longer on her agenda.
    Because everyone knew good girls were too busy worrying about what everyone thought to grab life by the...horns...and wrestle it to the ground.
    She’d bet Cameron Wright had one fine set of horns.
    “I tell my clients to create their own possibilities, but I’ve been neglecting myself. He’d make the perfect project.”
    “But is he available?”
    Oh, shoot. Allie’s excitement deflated slightly. “Surely he wouldn’t have moved home alone if he were involved.”
    “And he’ll be A-OK with you chatting about him in a session, especially one his mom might be sitting in?”
    “I won’t name names.”
    “You think you could keep this quiet?”
    It was a risk, a potential con to presenting Cameron with a sex-only proposition. But the pros jumped up and down waving their arms and trampled the cons underfoot. “What man doesn’t like the idea of sex with no expectations for a real relationship?”
    “If you say so. But he looks like he could be more fun than an all-day sucker. You might end up with a real sweet tooth.”
    No, she needed a serious relationship about the way Roxanne needed a drawer full of Hanes underwear. Allie absently shoved the vibrator into her back pocket and grabbed a notepad from the counter. “What I need is a plan.”
    “Plan schman. Don’t overthink this.”
    “Maybe you’re right.” When something unexpected happened, a woman had to use it to her benefit. Allie was a believer in direct communication. Couldn’t get much more direct than almost running over a man.
    Now, how to get him interested in wrapping his hands around a body part other than her neck?

Chapter Three
    Allie stood on the