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was glad the Harley’s seat was so
comfortable.
    Trust me , Jude had said. I was glad I’d consented to
this wild ride. Suddenly this didn’t seem like a quarter-life slump any longer.
Wind rushed past as we picked up speed, turning onto the paved two-lane road
that had led me to Daydream—and Jude—in the first place.
    Jude seemed to know exactly where to go, taking us on a
scenic ride past scattered farmhouses and fields. Eventually we wound through a
stretch of forest that seemed magical in the cooling night air. We encountered
nobody else but a car driving in the opposite direction.
    I relaxed into the ride as I realized Jude was being really
careful not to jar me at all. He took curves slowly, gradually, teaching me to
lean into them like he did. I was desperate to remember every moment of this
ride, to imprint the memory upon my soul. This was the kind of thing I’d look
back on as an old woman.
    I sighed a little in disappointment as we turned back toward
Daydream. We slowed to a crawl when we hit the dirt road, as if Jude too wanted
to prolong the moment. An idea blossomed, and before I could chicken out I
acted on it.
    At this speed, it was easy to unzip his fly, and his dick
immediately jutted into my hand, poking through the hole in his boxers. He’d
been hard all this time? The Harley slowed almost to a standstill, chugging
along as I pumped him with one hand. Maybe I was crazy, but this was the
sexiest thing I’d ever done, and Jude wasn’t complaining—or if he was, I
couldn’t hear him through the helmet.
    I could sense how close he was. He stilled briefly, then
thrust one last time, jetting hot semen across my fingers. He was steering
one-handed now, guiding the Harley into its parking place and cutting the
engine. The night seemed very still without the noise of its engine.
    Jude dismounted and pulled off his helmet, his shower-damp,
dark-brown hair wild as it sprang free of its confines. “I’m a mess, babe.” He
grinned.
    “Sorry about that.” I returned his smile, doing up my fly as
I got down.
    “It’s fine. I’ll do laundry overnight. Come on, I can walk
you back to the cabin.”
    “Thanks. I…really enjoyed myself tonight.”
    “Me too.” Although we were walking now, his gaze remained on
me, arm resting companionably around my shoulders. “I think I was probably
overly optimistic about the naked part. It got a little cold when we were going
through the forest.”
    “I’ll go bra-less next time,” I offered.
    “You do that.” He stopped as we reached the porch, bending
down for a good night kiss that was far more tender than I expected.
    Suddenly I had to ask. “That tattoo you have…what do S and P
stand for?”
    I held my breath as a shadow crossed his face and his eyes
went all distant for a minute. Then he spoke. “You might think this is silly,
but those letters stand for Sergeant and Pepper. They’re my dogs…or, well, they
were. Sarge died last year. Pepper’s a Golden Retriever.”
    “Sounds like he’s really important to you.”
    He nodded and grimaced. “Yeah. Except he’s not in the best
of health right now. I got him from a rescue. He was pulled out of a pretty bad
puppy mill setup. He needed a lot of training but eventually I was able to
build up his confidence. I guess in turn he built up mine, so I owe him a lot.”
    My childhood dog, Rocky, had been a Golden too. I’d cried
and cried when he died. Now that I rented a cramped apartment with a tiny
patio, I couldn’t see myself getting another puppy…and suddenly I envied Jude
his outdoorsy life.
    If I kept standing here, I wouldn’t be able to resist giving
him another good night kiss. So I smiled at him and opened my cabin door.
“Thanks again for the ride.”
    “Sure thing. ’Night, babe. Expect me tomorrow some time.”
    “I will,” I whispered.

Chapter Two
     
    I rolled over as a shaft of sunlight hit my face. A minute later
the jangle of the landline prompted a groan of protest. The