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Alaska. She would never have to encounter Russ over the water cooler or be cornered by him in her office.
    Ashley stomped back from her turn, hands on her hips. “Spare. That’s the third one in a row.”
    “I think I’m going to cancel,” she blurted out.
    Trish dropped her bowling ball on the floor. It crashed, spun and landed in the gutter. “Crap, Kindra! You made me throw a gutter ball!”
    While Trish’s ball rolled slowly down the lane, her friends rounded on her.
    “You’re nuts,” Ashley said.
    “Certifiable,” Trish said.
    Kindra turned to Violet. “What do you think?” Violet would probably be on her side.
    Violet brushed her long dark hair out of her face. “I don’t blame you. He sounds like the kind of guy I wouldn’t want to go out with. I like the gentle type.”
    “You like the dorky type,” Trish said disparagingly.
    Though Trish and her bad boy types weren’t exactly Kindra’s style, she had to agree that Violet went for quiet and uninteresting. Sort of like mild salsa. Why even bother? You’d be better off just biting a tomato.
    “That’s not true.” Violet pulled on her turtleneck decorated with miniature pumpkins and shook her head.
    Violet was even better at camouflage clothing than she was. Granted, it was October, and slightly cool, so perhaps a turtleneck might be warranted. But the pumpkins? Kindra couldn’t figure that out. She was not into revealing clothes personally, tending to favor conservative suits at work and track pants on the weekends, but never once had she felt the urge to wear tiny pumpkins on her breasts.
    “Well,” Trish waved her hand. “From what Ashley says about this guy, he’s hotter than hot, so if you cancel you’re just plain crazy.” She grinned. “Or chicken shit.”
    It was true. She was chicken shit. And she had sworn to herself on her twenty-sixth birthday in July that she was going to stop being like that. She was going to take charge.
    That had been the reason for going out and finding Russ, since real men hadn’t been working out for the last decade or so. Of course, Russ was real, he just wasn’t actually physically there with her. But at any rate, the point was, she had put her foot down on being chicken shit.
    And here she was doing it again.
    She squeezed her eyes closed. The feel of Mack pressed against her came rushing back.
    “Fine, I won’t cancel.”
    “Alright!” Ashley gave her a high five and said, “Now what are you going to wear? Because if you wear those track pants I will beat you.”
    Eliminating work clothes and the sweats didn’t leave her many options. “Jeans?” she asked, biting her lip.
    Trish said, “It depends on the jeans.” She tossed her thumb towards the lane. “Violet, you’re up.”
    Ashley eyed her long and hard and said, “Don’t worry. We’ll fix you up. By the time we’re done with you, Mack Stone will be eating out of your hand.”
    Her hand was not what she wanted Mack to be eating out.
    Kindra mentally groaned. Help her, she was turning into a total pervert. And liking it.
     
     
    When seven o’clock rolled around on Saturday, Mack was nervous and horny. Not necessarily in that order.
    Nervous, because he wanted to do this right.
    Horny, because, well, because he was going to have sex with Kindra.
    As Mack drove through the West Park neighborhood of neat and tidy houses, he wondered again why a woman like Kindra had sworn off sex. He didn’t doubt for a minute that she had. The look on her face had been too serious.
    It could be as simple as a sour relationship or just that no man had ever taken the time to give her pleasure. It made him angry that there were men who would just take and never give a thought to a woman’s pleasure. He wasn’t satisfied until the woman he was with was satisfied.
    If Kindra had suffered through a string of lousy lovers, it was no wonder she was disinterested. He could fix that. He could satisfy her. He’d given himself twelve hours after