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but she was having a harder time forming her sentences.
    “Those girls are vapid and whiny. I’m looking for a woman, and I found the sexiest one in here. I’m not trading down.”
    Becca couldn’t help the little smile that slid across her face. In the darkened bar, even with the amount of flesh showing on the younger crowd around her, he’d picked her. That was not bad for her ego at all.
    “What’s your name, so I can make sure you aren’t some crazy woman playing coy to lure me away?”
    “Rebecca, and don’t even think of calling me Becky, or I’ll cut you,” she said with a laugh. “Becca is fine, though.”
    “Got it, no Becky. So what do you say? I may be drunk, but I promise I won’t let you down tonight. We can have a great night together and then go along with our lives, facing tomorrow with a great memory to get us through the next few days at least.”
    She liked that he was offering her strictly sex. It was refreshing to not have to play out the long game. Talking about work, hobbies, and such over a mediocre meal. Instead, a little booze, a little music and an offer for sex. Maybe it was her age, or life experiences, that allowed her to separate sex from emotions. Not sure what that made her, other than an adult.
    “Give me a minute, yeah?”
    Becca pushed away from his arms and turned to walk back to her table. She realized she’d been leaning on the handsome Angel so much that she’d completely lost her ability to balance herself. Focusing on putting one foot in front of the other, she made it back to the high-top Alicia sat at grinning like a fool.
    “Cradle robber!” she exclaimed a little too loudly.
    “Dude, shut up! I am not. He’s legal, he can drink, and he likes my ass. He wants me to go to the motel with him. What do you think? Am I crazy?”
    “Yeah, crazy lucky! He’s smoking! So what? Have a little fun, make sure he wraps his willy, and I’ll see you in the morning. Did you at least get his name?”
    “Ummm—yes—Angel Rochon.” Becca couldn’t stop the blush moving across her cheeks.
    “Oh, a Rochon! Well, those are some fine specimens. I imagine this one has a little growing to do, but based on the ones I’ve met, there is some serious hunk potential there. Go have fun and get your groove on. I’ll cab it home,” Alicia told her.
    “Are you sure I’m not making a huge mistake?” Becca really needed another brain working through this potential catastrophe with her.
    “Well, I’m drunk but not smashed. So as the more sober one, I’m going to say have fun, be safe, and tell me all about it in the morning.”
    “Argh! Just promise me donuts and mochas in the morning. I’m going to need the fat and sugar to get over this hangover that I know is coming.”
    “Well, I can cover breakfast, but let’s hope that the hangover isn’t the only thing that ends up coming tonight,” Alicia snickered.
    “Hussy,” Becca said affectionately.
    Grabbing her purse, she turned around and saw Angel standing on the dance floor, this time sporting a black baseball cap with a bill that was heavily curved liked it had been folded in half. He must have had it stuck in his back pocket. Becca had seen guys do that before and thought it looked kinda hot.
    Now his face was shadowed even more, which made him look sinister but in a panty dampening way.
    She couldn’t seem to meet his eyes because she knew she would just die of embarrassment. Maybe if she didn’t look directly at him, she’d be able to file this evening away as a great memory without any emotional connection to him. Becca could never look into a pair of eyes without getting attached, be it a person or an animal. Hence, her busy schedule of volunteering. If she could figure out how to keep an alpaca in her tiny yard, she would.
    “Ready to go?” He grabbed her free hand and gave it a squeeze.
    “No, but let’s go.” The list of reasons she wasn’t ready to go were clicking through her head. Too young for a