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beautiful woman. He’d smack his chest, declaring, ‘ un
colpo di fulmine’ . A way of saying he’d been struck by lightning, or
rather, fell in love at first sight. Since skepticism was my middle name, I
wasn’t going to claim being in love with a woman I hadn’t even met yet. But
with my mind conjuring all sorts of naughty images of what we could do together
and my cock straining within the tight confines of my thermal running pants, I
settled on the phrase, ‘ lust at first sight . Lust. That was definitely a
word I could wrap my tongue around.
    She took that particular moment, the
one in which I thought of the salacious word, to face in my direction and
smile. The joyous expression reached her eyes, lit up her whole face,
captivated me. Another word floated through my mind… Angel .
    Next thing I knew she was in front of
me and her deep forest green gaze caught mine. Sensations I hadn’t felt since I
was a teen taking out a crush on a first date whizzed through me. I beat them
down, reminding myself I was an adult, a hardened man who’d done and seen
things in his life no one should have to see or do. A true cynic.
    “Hi, I’m Kristina Cristkindle. I’ve
seen you over at the gym, haven’t I?” She held out a hand.
    Her voice, like her laughter, was
music to my ears. So far she had the looks and was zooming up my rating scale
for personality. I accepted her handshake, silently complimenting her on her
grip. Strong. Just like I thought she’d be. A curious tingle ran up my arm, but
she released my hand before I had time to analyze the sensation.
    “Sure have. I’m Jack Vorst. Are you a
new resident to the valley?” I chastised myself for sounding like a cop, but
some habits died hard. New residents were required to obtain a driver’s
license, register their vehicles and change their tags within thirty days of
moving to Las Vegas. The parking lot had a few out-of-state plates which made
me wonder who was visiting and who wasn’t doing what they were supposed to do.
Another pet peeve of mine—people who didn’t follow the rules.
    “Nope. Just visiting for a little
while. I like being here this time of year. You?”
    “Born, raised and still living here.
You running in the race?”
    She nodded and presented her back. The
race number was pinned at an angle over her very fit, very cute ass.
    Man, how I craved her, to touch and
enjoy every inch of her. Then I remembered that I wanted to ask her out the
next time I saw her, and here was my opportunity. I was sure Lory and Vic would
understand my missing Thanksgiving dinner, especially since they were so
concerned about my love life. “What are you doing tonight? I’d love to take you
out to dinner.”
    Kristina turned back, cocked her head
to the side. “But it’s Thanksgiving. Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
    What? Had she read my mind? I arched a
brow and mimicked her head tilt. “No.”
    A slow grin lifted her luscious red
lips while a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. “Tell you what. I’ll go
out with you on one condition.”
    Terms? Already? “What’s that?”
    “You have to beat me in the race. If
you cross the finish line before me, I’ll have dinner with you. If not, we
shake hands and go our separate ways.”
    Intrigued, I raked my gaze up and down
her form. Though she was almost as tall as my six feet, her inseam was a couple
of inches shorter, meaning my legs were longer. Bigger stride, more distance
with each step. I was also trained to sprint and had better endurance than most
when it came to fast running. Pretty sure I had this race in the bag I took her
up on her bet. Little did I know.
    When the race started she was several
positions in front of me and even with trying my best to feed through the group
and catch up with her, I couldn’t. The moment I broke free of the cluster of
runners, I sprinted with all my worth to close the few yards between us. My
feet pounded in a rapid pace on the concrete track. Not expecting