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Roger Rabbit movie quickly darted into his head.
    Jake pulled his sight from this particular direction
post haste then shifted in his seat to hide the evidence of the hurried
assessment of a woman he hadn’t seen in over ten years—before anyone caught
wind of his every thought and the huge bulge between his legs. Within seconds
he’d taken off her clothes; paid the price for doing so, tenfold.
    “Jake.”
    Her lone word turned into sweet, summer sunshine in
his ears.
    Finding voice, he answered, “Liddy.”
    However, his brain was having a very difficult time
with forming any actual words other than simply her name likely because it had
other, more substantial issues to deal with.
    He shifted in the booth again, forcing his body to
retract the blood flowing to his cock. Nothing seemed to help.
    “May I sit down?” She motioned toward the opposite
side of the booth, waiting for approval.
    Hell! Sit down? For what?
    And where in God’s name had he put his manners? Probably in the same place he’d stuck his libido as of
late. Locked storage.
    “Of course you can sit down. It’s a free country. I
can’t stop you from sitting down.” He straightened his spine so she could clear
his long legs on the other side, as she slid into the booth.
    No, his booth— and more often than not, unshared .
    Jake tried breathing normally—a task failing him at
every turn—failing him quite miserably, in fact, as she stared at his face.
    “You’re a hard man to find, Jake Giotti.” Liddy drifted
her eyes from his and directed her gaze to the other side of the diner, then,
back to his face—much slower than whence it left.
    He clenched his jaw, pissed his body wasn’t
cooperating. Did she really have to say the word hard?
    She was probably deciding if simply bolting from the
diner would be far easier to deal with than actually speaking to a guy she hadn’t
seen in ten years.
    And why the hell did she have to show up in Preacher’s
Bend, today, of all the days! When, so
far, this woman already ruined his life.
    Making a move for the water glass, he caught sight of
his hand. Not once in the last ten years had he been so out of touch with his
movements.
    Jake decided being incredibly thirsty was far better
than Liddy witnessing him shaking.
    Damnit! Why
was she here? Back in his life, upsetting his world, and while at it,
endangering all those around her. How the hell could she do this to him, after
all these years?
    “Why are you here, Liddy?” he snapped out. His
unhidden thoughts had to be said quickly; and he surely not meaning for them to
come out at such a staggering pace. Yet something inside of him always snapped
whenever it came to dealing with Liddy Humphrey.
    Technically, Liddy Giotti.
    He was still trying hard to forget one slightly
insignificant detail of his life. But the woman staring at him was still his
wife. Her actually married to him was on paper only. It certainly wasn’t in any
physical sort of way. No siree! He hadn’t seen the whites of her eyes in ten
long years. Ten years, folks! In ten truly fucked up years this woman
had somehow forgotten how to pick up a telephone just to let him know where she’d
been living. Nor did she figure he might have wanted to know she was okay, and
not splattered on some highway somewhere.
    Jake had spent the better part of ten years wondering;
and waiting. All this did for him was given him reoccurring migraine headaches.
Besides, it was always best just to get everything out in the open. A man
beating around the bush only made him look like a coward. Pussyfooting around
on pins and needles to save face was for sissies.
    Jake wasn’t a coward or a sissy, and he had the
muscles to back up this claim. He would deal with whatever it was she here for—once
and for all. There should be no surprises blind-sighting him this time. Nothing
brought out in the open that could chop him off at the knees—like last time. He
might get a vice clamped to his nuts, but at least