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being
seen. He cleaned up the mess she’d made of his papers, putting everything in
place before he went to bathe himself in the bathroom sink.
    Two hours later, after he’d told his sons their nighttime
story, checked closets for monsters and gotten another glass of water for his
youngest, he entered the master suite to see Sarah already under the covers. He
stripped down to the skin and slid into a pair of boxers before joining her.
The instant his head hit the pillow, she turned toward him, cuddling up close.
    Dean closed his eyes with a sigh, reliving some of his
favorite moments of the night as he drifted to sleep with the scent of Sarah
filling the air around him.

Chapter Two
    Becky
     
    “I’ll be home soon,” Dean promised as he took the turn down
the quiet country road leading to his house.
    “I’m so glad,” Sarah said in response, her voice warm and
happy. “I’ve missed you this week.”
    Since he’d been in business-meeting hell for a full five
days, Dean could understand her relief at having him home because he felt it as
well. “Same here.”
    “My mom’s watching the boys this weekend,” she said, letting
the words hang between them, deep with expectation.
    Blood pooled in his groin because that was code for one hell
of a wild night. Or in this case, a whole weekend. “I can’t wait.” He even
depressed the accelerator to pick up speed, his sedan responding with a
satisfying purr. “I’ll be there soon.”
    She let out a chuckle that sent a shiver down his spine and
made his cock harden even more. “I’ll be waiting.”
    Sarah disconnected the call with another tinkling laugh.
Dean swore as his body heated up. Being separated from her for five days had
been hell. He maneuvered the powerful car around a curve and slowed at the
sight of another car on the shoulder up ahead. They didn’t have a lot of
neighbors, but the few they did have drove work trucks and big SUVs. The sporty
little car perched on the side of the road was incongruous in this farming
community. Hell, Dean still got strange looks driving his foreign car and he’d
lived here for five years.
    A woman rounded the front of the car, mile-long legs
displayed by a short plaid skirt. She looked as out of place as her car and
when she bent over the fender to peer under her hood, Dean nearly drove off the
road. She wasn’t wearing panties, or if she was they were nothing more than a
thong because all he could see was gloriously round, firm ass cheeks.
    His foot slid off the accelerator, the car losing speed
until he coasted to a stop next to her. She straightened, her round cheeks disappearing
once more beneath the material of her skirt, and turned to face him. Long,
blonde hair spilled over pale shoulders bared by her top. The stretchy material
advertised her braless state as the sharp points of her nipples pressed against
the fabric like little berries. Wide blue eyes watched him with interest, her
lips coated with pale-pink lipstick. She looked young and firm and made him
feel like a complete pervert for wanting to dive beneath her skirt.
    He rolled down the passenger window, his breath catching as
she bent over to rest her arms on the door, offering him a view of her deep,
shadowy cleavage. Dean cleared his throat and shifted his legs to hide his
erection. “Do you need some help?”
    The woman’s lips quirked into a sly smile as she looked him
over. “You don’t recognize me, Mr. McKnight? I’m Becky Shaffer. My dad lives a
couple of miles from you.”
    He had no idea who she was talking about, but he nodded
anyway. “Sure, I remember you, Becky.” He put the car in park and hit the
hazard lights. “You want me to take a look at your car?” He wouldn’t mind
taking a look at other things, but figured a gorgeous young thing like her had
no interest in someone at least fifteen years older.
    To his surprise she straightened and opened the passenger
door, sliding onto the passenger seat, which gave a soft sigh.