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elbows, she’d be beating them off with a stick. Since they didn’t, she’d stayed a virgin.
    Tippy walked over, snagged her license and his card off the floor, picked the laundry detergent up, returning it to its home in the utility room, before returning to her living room.
    They’d kissed. A mad passionate kiss that she’d only read about in romance novels. Sure she’d been kissed a few times, but nothing to brag to your girlfriends about. She smiled as she sat on the couch—then winced as her tender butt cheeks smarted.
    Could stuff happen with Brent? The question loomed larger than life in her small living room. He’d seemed ready to do the deed, but how good of a show could she put on with him? He’d be an experienced man, a lover who knew his way around, while she’d flounder and trip, trying to figure things out as she went. It didn’t seem fair to him. Or to her, she’d surely make a fool of herself.
    And most importantly of all, why would he even want her? Old high school insecurity returned with staggering force. Brent was gorgeous, and he had a good job. He could have any woman he wanted, and Tippy imagined there were many wanting in his bed. Maybe he had a harem collected, he was definitely a man who could collect a harem. Perhaps he’d only kissed her because he’d had a bad day and needed a distraction.
    Tippy let out an exasperated sigh, and propped her feet up on her coffee table. His card lay by her feet, a tempting sight. She wanted to call him already, and he probably hadn’t even left her neighborhood yet. She rolled her eyes, being a mooning school girl over this guy would get her nowhere. After all, she had a business to rebuild. Plans to make. Inactivity left her nervous, she hadn’t been jobless for a long time. Without her bookstore an empty spot had settled inside of her, one that left her depressed.
    “Brent Kingston,” she mumbled. “I never saw this coming.”
    Had he actually found her attractive in high school, and that was the reason he’d asked her to prom? Suspicion told her to assume the worst; that his cronies, and their virgin bet had been behind it, but she wanted to believe the best of Brent. But doubt nagged on, of course he could’ve had his pick of the cheerleaders so why would he go for a girl with frizzy hair, bad skin, and braces? Ugh, it was impossible to decipher. She grabbed up the bottle of wine, and took a long swig, needing alcohol to dull the confusion. She squirmed on the couch, her thoughts drifting to the kiss, the spanking, and most fun of all, Brent’s handcuffs.
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    Bright blue sky stretched over the park. Tippy lifted her face to the sun, absorbing the warmth of the late spring morning. Two weeks had passed since she’d lost her shop, and she’d taken up walking to vent her nervous energy.
    It’d also been two weeks since she’d seen Brent. He could’ve dropped by to say hi , and the fact he hadn’t, hurt. It shouldn’t have, but it did.
    “It’s for the best,” she said to herself. She didn’t need him, or any other man. Not that she wanted to be single forever, someday she wanted kids, and the white picket fence, but she was still young, and didn’t need to worry about it right now. The same story she’d told herself year after year since graduating college.
    Still, it would be nice to date like normal women did. Have someone to snuggle with on cold nights, and celebrate holidays with. Particularly the ugliest of holidays, Valentine’s Day. She allowed herself to indulge in a daydream of spending a romantic evening with Brent. What would he do to romance a woman—or did he even need to try? After all, he was gorgeous, and a cop. The uniform alone gave him a free pass into a woman’s panties.
    She sped up her strides, and made her walking circuit in her best time yet. She dropped by a smoothie stand, and headed to her car. She almost choked on a mouthful of strawberry banana goodness when she reached the parking lot. Brent