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low, his fingers brushed over her backside, and her breath would catch. Just a little touch and she was panting like a puppy.
    “I should go home, take a ton of aspirin and about a gallon of water before I crash. I have to work tomorrow,” she explained.
    “Or you could stay here with me. We could dance some more so I can continue to stare at your cleavage. Then we can stumble next door to the motel, and I can make love to you all night long. I bet you’d still be up in time for work.”
    Damn, she wasn’t expecting that offer. Clearly, he was drunk, but so was she. It could easily turn into a bad after-school special on making life choices under the effects of alcohol: Prom Disasters or Knocked Up Nellie . Sure, those weren’t real after-school specials, but they should have been. Where were the adult ones? Drunken One-night Stands and Their Consequences or I Slept With Who?
    At her age, Becca was mature enough to know the consequences of one-night stands. She’d had a few, and only a couple made her cringe.
    “I should hook up with a guy when I don’t even know his name? Not to mention I’m clearly impaired in my judgment, and I’m guessing you are too. That wouldn’t be very smart.”
    “My name is Angel, and no, it wouldn’t be smart. But I have a feeling you always do the right thing, the logical thing. You’re dressed like a school teacher, which is hot by the way. You and your friend came out tonight to have fun. I came out tonight to escape my life. Why don’t we escape together? No promises, no rules, just you me and half dozen condoms to find a little pleasure tonight.”
    This guy was too much! “Half dozen? Aren’t you ambitious,” she said with a giggle.
    “I’m young, horny, and it’s taking a lot of self-control to not hike up your skirt on this dance floor so I can get a handful of that sweet can of yours.”
    Normally, Becca would scoff at the boldness and crassness of his words. But beer goggles apparently came with beer earmuffs, because his offer just made her want to giggle and blush. Shit, she was in trouble.
    “You could be a mass murderer trying to lure me away to my death.”
    She glanced up to see the man named Angel’s chin tip back as he whistled at the bartender. Becca turned towards the bar and saw the bartender look at them. Whatever gesture Angel gave him caused the bartender to laugh, nod his head, and give Becca the okay sign. Like that was supposed to reassure her.
    As his head came back to hers, she dropped her eyes again and stared at his chest. “I’m supposed to take the okay from a bartender that you’re not a crazy person?”
    “Well, how about the fact that my last name is Rochon, and there is nowhere in this town for me to hide.”

Chapter 4
    S hit , he was a Rochon. Everyone in town knew the Rochons. Hell, half of the town had that last name. He was right. There was no place for him to hide and Becca had met plenty of the big burly men of the family when they came into her office. They all were family men and probably didn’t tolerate any shenanigans from their younger family members.
    “I guess in this town that last name does come with some clout.”
    “Not clout, just a big, nosy family that wouldn’t allow anyone to step out of line. So how about you go tell your friend that you are coming with me for the night, and we go find a way to get to know each other better?”
    “Wow, that wasn’t even a good line,” she said mockingly.
    Becca was torn. Sweaty, sexy fun with a hot guy was not something she got a lot of opportunity to have. But what about in the morning? Would he wake up and be horrified that he’d spent the night with someone her age? That would be even a bigger blow to her ego that was a little tender at the moment.
    “Wouldn’t you rather find someone your own age? There are lots of cute, young girls in here staring at you. I’m sure they’d probably be more your speed.” She wasn’t sure what she meant by his speed exactly,