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Lara in running shorts.
    An entire day to do nothing but goof off. He smiled.
    Hours later, he’d tuned up his ride, done some laundry that really needed washing, taken care of the squeaky back door and leaky faucet in the bathroom, and paid a few bills. Damn, but he’d worked up an appetite. Unfortunately, a glance in the fridge told him it was past time he did some shopping.
    Johnny hit the closest market, determined to race through so he could get back and watch one of his favorite shows on TV. A boring evening by his usual standards, but damn if he could psych himself up for another night swilling beer and scoping out chicks.
    Being around Lara was like that. It confused the shit out of him. Instead of wanting to sink into some willing and forgettable female, he wanted to go out on the town with the pretty brunette who never had time for him. A perverse sense that he was like his dad made him wary. Jack Devlin went through women like tissues, using them up and discarding them before they’d no doubt discard him. The few he’d actually liked had ditched his ass without a backward glance.
    Johnny had plenty of women who wanted a ride on the Devlin motorway. But none of them had sparkling brown eyes that hid feminine secrets. Or long legs that could wrap around a man and still leave him wanting more. Or breasts that—
    Enough, dipshit. He forced himself to think of Foley and Lou, of Sam mouthing off, anything to rid himself of his hard-on. After a few moments, it went away, and he hurried through the aisles, picking up only the essentials. Beer, cheese puffs, a loaf of bread, some deli meat. And of course, Twizzlers. Had he been able to cook, he might have added a few items from the produce section. Instead he grabbed a handful of microwave dinners and frozen pizzas to last him the week and headed for the cashier.
    No one in line before him, because most people with a life did anything but grocery shop on the best night of the week. He sighed and put all his stuff on the conveyor belt. Cashier guy grabbed an item. Dragged it across the scanner. Took a moment to grab another item. An eternity later, he reached for another. Johnny thought maybe he’d landed in a Twilight Zone episode where time went backward.
    “Hey, baby. How you been?”
    He glanced up to see a sexy woman by the front of the store, dressed to kill and smiling at him from behind a bagged cart. Shit. “Cara, fancy meeting you here.”
    She laughed. “Grocery shopping, huh?” She looked over his cart. “No veggies?”
    “Nah.” He got those only when he begged his friends to cook for him. Lou, surprisingly, could do wonders in the kitchen. The badass bros, sadly, had about as much culinary skill as he did. Del had been a pleasant surprise with a cookbook. But now, with McCauley sucking up all her time…
    “Haven’t seen you in a while.” Cara teased the spaghetti strap of her barely there red dress. The thing exposed her ample cleavage, teased at her creamy thighs, and molded to her rounded ass. The heels she wore gave her an extra three inches, and he wondered why anyone would try to look this good in SuperFoods on a Saturday night.
    He glanced down at his T-shirt and jeans, spotting a few holes.
    When he heard no beeping from the food scanner, he looked up to see the cashier staring at Cara’s chest. Not that Johnny could blame him, but could the guy go any slower?
    Johnny had fooled around with Cara months ago. One fun night—no, two—he recalled, because she’d shown up at his dad’s bar the next night all dressed up and ready to blow. He was only human, and against his own self-imposed policy, he’d enjoyed her company and made sure she enjoyed his. Then he’d gently, kindly, called it quits.
    She’d been nagging him for another go-round ever since. Apparently his I’m not a steady guy and I’m not good enough for you lines weren’t sending her the message.
    “Been busy at work,” he said lamely.
    Register guy slowed down even