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entanglements.”
    “What do you want?”
    “Her. In my house. In my bed. In my life.”
    Knox clucked his tongue.  “You got it bad, buddy.  You got it real bad.”
    “I was hoping you’d tell me something I didn’t already know.”
    Zane motioned for the waitress and paid the check.  Knox left the tip, slid out of the booth and said, “Let’s roll.”
    The officers regularly patrolled four neighborhoods, including Zane’s.  When they turned down Oakgrove Avenue and drove past his house, he frowned.  Cherry’s Buick wasn’t in the driveway. 
    “Shit!”
    “What’s wrong?”
    Zane blew out an exasperated breath.  “I think my soft serve sweetie has flown the coop.  And I got a hunch she might be about to make the biggest mistake of her life,” he said, making an illegal U-turn and switching the sirens to full blast.
    A few minutes later he careened into the parking lot of Pete’s Ice Cream Parlor, screeching the tires.  He barely brought the patrol car to a roll stop before jumping out. 
    As Zane was slamming the driver’s door, his partner called after him, “Holler if you need backup.”
    Zane waved him off and burst through the doors like a mad man.  In seconds he had spotted Pete and bellowed, “Where is she?”
    Pete smirked and jerked his head toward a door across the lobby.  “In the storage room with the rest of my junk where she belongs.”
    Zane growled, “I oughta break your scrawny neck for saying that. Instead, I think I’ll give my friend at DHEC a call.  This roach hole will be shut down by noon tomorrow.”
    The scared shitless, pasty-white look on Pete’s face was priceless, but Zane couldn’t fully enjoy it until he made sure Cherry was all right.
    He rushed to the storage room and knocked.  His stomach muscles grabbed at the sound of her sweet voice.
    “I’ll be out in a minute, Pete.”
    “It’s Zane.  Open up.”
    He held his breath until he saw the doorknob slowly turning and didn’t release it until he had stepped inside the room.  It was tiny.  There were tall metal shelves lining one wall and a twin bed against the other. 
    Cherry closed the door behind him. 
    Before saying a word, he reached out and locked it.
    She gasped.  “What are you doing here, Zane?”
    “I think the better question is, why did you leave?”
    He watched color spread across her lovely face.  He knew she was uncomfortable and embarrassed, but damn it, she had to talk to him.  Had he forced a verbal confrontation this morning, they wouldn’t be here right now.  It was all he could do not to squeeze her up in a bear hug.  She was so damn cute and sexy in her denim mini-skirt and pink t-shirt.
    “I thought it would be best.  You know, since you changed your mind.  Since you no longer want me.”
    Zane couldn’t keep the look of incredulity from his face.  But he knew words would never convince her of his desire.  Cherry Mercer needed action.
    Squatting in front of her, he placed his hands beneath her ample thighs and lifted. 
    She squealed in surprise but instinctively wrapped her legs tightly around him. 
    The hard, throbbing length of his erection pushed against her sacred center as he licked and nibbled the side of her neck.  Her sweet sighs and moans lured him to her mouth where he kissed her deeply, entangling his tongue with hers. 
    His voice was graveled by desire.  “Does that feel like I don’t want you?” he murmured against her lips.
    “It felt like that last night, too.  But you stopped.  Why?”
    “Because I’m stupid and stubborn, forty and old-fashioned.  I thought you’d be happier if we got to know each other a little before making love.  I thought your first time should be with a man that was offering you a commitment. I was wrong.  You told me what you wanted, and I let you down.  But I’m here now to make things right,” he said, sliding his hand beneath the hem of her skirt.
    Hearing Cherry’s breath rush from her on a trembling