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What if this wasn’t such a good idea? What would he think of a woman who rushed off to get condoms from a gay maître d’? Was this the craziest way to spend Thanksgiving ever?
    As she reached the third floor, her steps slowed. Was she really about to have sex with a man known only as “Rock”? A man who was clearly hiding his real identity and knew her only as “Jones”?
    By the time she reached his door, she was in an agony of regret and pure sexual frustration. Of course she couldn’t do this. She didn’t have sex with strangers. Besides . . . a man like that . . . he’d be too hard to forget come morning.
    She scrabbled in her purse for a piece of paper but all she found was the ticket from the Reno PD. She tore it in half, making sure she kept the part with her name, found a pen, and scrawled one word.
    Sorry.
    Not much of an explanation, but it was all the ticket had room for. She pushed it under the door of Rock’s suite and fled.

 
    Chapter Four
    I t could have been worse, Roman decided as he performed a slow circle in the middle of his new house, a cozy tract-style home with a shake shingle roof, two bedrooms, and French doors leading out to a sunny backyard. “Jones” could have actually cut off his balls. He’d been straight with her. He’d admitted his attraction. Even though he’d known better, he’d given in to it. But she must have been planning to make a fool of him the entire time. At least she’d done it with flair.
    He stepped into the backyard. He’d have to put on a new roof, of course. Shake shingles were a fire hazard—so was all of Southern California if it came to that. Eighty degrees at the end of November. No amount of backyard sprinklers could disguise its true desert nature. The thought of sprinklers led to thoughts of a shower, which made him remember the cold shower he dove into when he’d realized he was alone in his suite with a gigantic boner, a ticket, and a fake apology.
    Damn, why did every thought lead to the ruthless tease Jones? If she’d been trying to get revenge for her ticket, she’d chosen a uniquely frustrating way. Though funny enough, he had to admit. The humor had finally sunk in after his massive hard-on had died down—hours later, it seemed.
    So this pleasant, sunny bungalow was his home for the next . . . well, for as far as he could see into the future. Luke would like it—or at least the Luke of a year ago would have. The current, thirteen-year-old version of Luke was a lot harder to please. Roman devoutly hoped this move to California would be a new start for the two of them. He’d already scoped out the neighborhood, delighted to discover a park with a couple of ball fields filled with kids and a potentially acceptable Italian restaurant.
    Speaking of Luke . . . He dialed his parents’ number.
    “How’s the house, Papa?”
    “I think you’re going to like it. Your bedroom looks out on the backyard.”
    “A yard. Awesome. What are the people like there?”
    Gorgeous, sexy cock teases.
    “Like people anywhere,” he said instead. “Maybe a little tanner. They seem to smile more here.”
    As they’re making an ass out of you.
    “Did you have a nice Thanksgiving with Nonno and Nonna?”
    “Yeah. Nonna made that pork dish you like. And pignoli tart.”
    Roman’s mouth watered. Suddenly he missed New York so much he wanted to hit something. His punching bag would do. But it was in the moving truck along with the rest of their things and not due to arrive until tomorrow.
    “Nonno wants to take me to a Green Day concert next summer.”
    “ What? ” He’d misheard that, right? “You’re barely thirteen. And your grandfather’s over sixty.”
    “And you’re way too strict. He likes them. And he says you’re too ‘stodgy’ for a single father. You need to loosen up.”
    “He said I need to loosen up?” Roman knew for a fact that phrase did not exist in his Italian father’s vocabulary.
    “Not exactly. But he said