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a woman’s voice called. Kayla. “Are you in here?”
    * * * *
    Kyle left Night approximately five minutes after her boss’s girlfriend came bursting in the storage room looking for her. They each carried a case out and set them behind the counter, and then he took off. Two miles down the road, he wanted to turn around. Shit! He’d lost his damn mind. That woman, Sharon Blake, had made him crazy. Never in his life had he done that to a woman, finger fucked her in a storage room, or anywhere else for that matter, and then left without saying a word. But he didn’t know what to do, how to handle the situation. He’d had a few lovers and a one-night stand or two before meeting his wife, but nothing like that . Maybe that was how things were now. How would he know? He’d been with the same woman since he was twenty, four years of dating, five years of marriage—nearly a third of his life.
    He slowed the truck and pulled off to the shoulder, considering making a u-turn and heading back to Night . In his rush to leave, he’d forgotten all about meeting Vic, his accountant and friend. A good excuse to make another appearance, but he could call Vic or send him a text. He didn’t have to show. It wasn’t like Vic would be worried or some bullshit like that.
    “Damn it!” He slammed his palms into the steering wheel at the thought of her. Sharon Blake. The sweet taste of her pussy, the remainder of what he’d taken from her own mouth, lingered on his tongue. He wanted—no, he needed more of her. Shit! He couldn’t think straight.
    Kyle hit the gas and peeled on to the road. Less than ten minutes later he pulled in his drive. Another mile of gravel and he would be home.
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    “Who was that?” Kayla asked. She was sitting on a stool at the end of the bar. Her eyes were wide and curious, and Sharon had a hard time meeting them.
    “Just some guy,” Sharon lied. He wasn’t some guy. He was…well, she really didn’t know how to explain him. A stranger, a bar patron, a man she was drawn to from the second she saw him. She gave her head a quick shake as if she could toss him out, and placed two mixed drinks and three beers on her waitress tray. “He was helping me.”
    She searched the room for him, trying not to make it obvious how bothered she was when he was nowhere in sight. Bothered and confused. She hated it. He was right, she didn’t know him. But why in the hell was she craving his skin against hers? Why did she want to know more about him? It wasn’t her style. She liked to fuck—no emotion, no feeling, no longing, and no regret. But there it was staring her in the face, foreign-like sentiments nagging at her brain.
    Kayla laughed. “I can only imagine what he was helping you with.” She sipped on her glass of ice-water. “The way you were both out of breath…ha, your face is still a little flush.”
    Sharon closed her lids for a second to rid her thoughts of the loitering heat and uncertainty he’d caused. Where in the hell did he go? “He was helping me with some boxes. Ty wasn’t here yet and Gannon needed more beer.”
    “That’s your story?” Kayla shifted in her chair and gathered her dark hair, draping it across her left shoulder. “Because when I got here, Luke told me he hadn’t seen you in a while.”
    It took Sharon a second for it to register that Kayla was referring to Gannon. Sheesh. Ever since they got together Kayla had been calling him Luke . Something about high school and the person he was and some bullshit about true love. Ugh! Sharon’s brow furrowed and she pressed her lips together. “Don’t do it, Kayla. Don’t give me the third degree.”
    The expression on Kayla’s face went from curious to surprise. She cocked her head slightly. “I’m just messing with you. Why in the hell are you being so defensive?”
    Sharon softened her tone. “I’m sorry. I…I need this job. And I was on break…please don’t tell Gannon.” She scanned the crowd and noticed Vic and