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friend Torii raved about? Doing it in a cold storage room with the corner of a box sticking uncomfortably up her ass, meanwhile there’s a fine young thing on top of her, giving it his all? Torii’s sexual exploits were comforting in a way, since the woman was in her forties. Harlow wondered if that’s what she had to look forward to, since her thirties were turning out to be a  dry spell. Maybe her forties were when she’d go full on cougar. Ya think?
    “Harlow, it can be however you want,” Kyle promised. “If you feel more comfortable waiting, that’s fine with me. I’m taking my cues from you.”
    “Maybe you shouldn’t.”
    Her response confused him even more. She’d been the one to call and ask if he’d pick her up for work, because her car was stalling out. He’d been hoping there was more to it than that, but she said she’d get a ride home with Yomi, so if he had something else to do . . .
    He did, but he’d come back. She seemed relieved to see him walking in the door. And he wanted her more than anything. But only if she wanted him just as badly. And yeah, he had an early practice tomorrow, so it was best to just head on home. But he kept hope alive up until their final kiss goodnight. Right up until she opened the car door to get out. He caught movement from a lower apartment blind, like someone was watching them. As he scrubbed at his beard in frustration, he had to press the auto seat controls for more leg room because his groin was painfully tight against his jeans. The feeling wasn’t comfortable. Harlow gave him a wave to show she was safely inside, and just like that she was gone.
    Kyle put his key in the ignition, wondering out loud why the hell he was even bothering. Shit, if he were on the field this would’ve been a penalty play. He just couldn’t get any traction with this woman, no matter how hard he tried. And he wasn’t used to being put off. From the first time he’d seen her furiously working behind the bar, concentrating on keeping her customers drink orders flowing in an orderly manner, he’d been a goner. The funny part was, Harlow acted like didn’t even know how gorgeous she was. That was another thing that attracted him to her. Her unassuming nature. Harlow possessed just the right amount of humility along with her beauty to make her even sexier in his eyes. That’s why he couldn’t just stand on the sidelines and wait for an opening. If he did that, there was always a chance someone else would intercept. But he couldn’t just go directly down the middle, because while Harlow acted friendly and open, her emotions were guarded. There would be too many blockers to actually move forward and gain yardage. Trick plays wouldn’t work with her either. She’d see right through them. Finesse was not the way to this woman’s heart. No, he’d have to keep throwing out short passes that chipped away at her defensive nature. It would take longer, but in the end he was sure it was worth it. Gripping the steering wheel, he put his foot on the gas in order to pull off. Hell, maybe this was one instance where he’d have to throw the damn playbook away.

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    Behind the safety of closed doors, Harlow breathed a sigh of relief. That man just didn’t know. One more minute in his car and she’d be going down on him like he was a hotdog without a bun. It wasn’t like her to be this wild over a guy, but how long had it been? Two? Three? No, four years of abstinence after another go-round with Ozzy. They’d tried it again for the sake of their daughter, but it didn’t last. There were things she needed from him that never materialized and his demands on her just didn’t mesh. Give up her bar and grill? Never. That would mean she’d be the little woman sitting at home while Ozzy did what he wanted and with who he wanted. It hurt to admit it, but she was no longer that devoted fan waiting on him to acknowledge her in the crowd.
    The sound of the intercom demanding Harlow’s