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towards Saffron. “Thanks again for taking me out.”
    Saffron's expression was worried. “You sure you're going to be okay?”
    “Yes, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. You go and have fun.”
    Lydia unlocked her car and got inside. She looked through the window at Saffron and Reeve. He once again had his arm around Saffron’s shoulders. But this time he also had hold of one of her breasts. He slowly caressed it, his fingers inching toward the taut nipple. He looked directly into Lydia's eyes as he did so. Her throat tightened as she watched his long fingers tug and squeeze Saffron's nipple. Then, with a wide, leering grin, he winked at her.
    Despite herself, Lydia felt a stirring in her pussy, and she couldn’t help imagining him playing with her nipple. She quickly jerked her eyes away, started the car and drove out of the club parking lot and into traffic.
    Saffron was on her way home with someone who was going to fuck her. Yes, fuck her. Even Saffron admitted it was first and foremost about the fucking when it came to the men she dated.
    As for Lydia, she was on her way home to a half-eaten box of dark chocolate and her erotic romances. But it could have turned out differently. She had been propositioned. She could have gone home with someone too.
    Not that blond young man. No, not with him.
    The other one. The one who’d called himself Tristan Drake. Her knight in shining armor with the face of a fallen angel. He had seemed to like her. Had asked to buy her a drink. Had even asked her to dance.
    Lydia made a left turn onto a quiet cul-de-sac and drove down the road that led to her house. She pulled into the driveway and stopped the car. She stared out the front windshield. There sat her house. Her house, which she’d bought after her divorce from Douglas, who was now married to a woman nearly half his age. The adultery had been bad enough, but it had hurt even worse when he betrayed her with someone so much younger.
    She keyed off the ignition and listened to the soft ticking sound of her car cooling down. She could have been with someone younger. Tristan had seemed interested in her. Maybe she could have even brought him home. Taken him to bed.
    But it wasn't because he’d been so much younger that she turned him down. She didn’t take Tristan up on his offer for a drink, a dance, or possibly even some wild, hot monkey sex because she wasn't ready.
    She was scared. Scared shitless as Saffron would have put it. She had trusted Douglas. She had loved Douglas. All those years they’d been married loving him had been her sole reason for being.
    He repaid her love with betrayal.
    Now she was so scared of being hurt she’d rather be alone than take a chance on being hurt like that again.
    Lydia gripped the steering wheel, tears stinging the edges of her eyes.
    Damn it all. She just wasn’t ready.
    Not even for someone as incredibly gorgeous and sexy as Tristan Drake had been.

Chapter Two
     
    “No, Mother, I don’t have any plans for next Saturday night.”
    Lydia pressed the cell phone against her ear. She was in the back of the New Age bookstore where she’d recently started working. She was on her fifteen-minute break. She didn't need to work. Douglas, defying the advice of his lawyer and, out of a sense of guilt she suspected, paid her more than enough alimony.
    But she’d been bored sitting at home reading or working in her garden. Saffron, who shopped at the store, had given her the heads up about the job opening. It was nothing fancy. Just your basic, part-time retail position.
    She didn’t have any work experience or much in the way of job skills. Douglas had been one of those husbands who liked to brag that his wife didn't need to work. He had rebuffed all her attempts to get a job. She didn’t even have a degree. She foolishly dropped out of college when Douglas asked her to marry him.
    Her eyes roamed over the tiny storeroom. Colorful posters advertising psychic fairs, meditation retreats and