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dead in the face. Mick flew back and landed with a grunt, flat on her back, while she still sat in the chair.
    She tried to get her bearings, listening to the laughter and the screams. She then saw Sean’s incredulous face above her.
    “You idiot,” he said, shaking his head.
    She tried to move but pain ripped through her head and then—darkness.
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    When she woke, two different sensations bombarded her poor brain. The left side of her face was ice cold and her right breast felt oddly yet wonderfully warm.
    She opened her right eye and then lifted her head letting out a small groan. Looking down, she saw a small delicate hand splayed out across her breast. Okay, that explains the warmth, she thought. She then reached up and touched the small towel that had once been filled with ice, which covered her left eye. Ah, she thought grimly, now I remember. No more tequila. Lifting the sheet, she saw she was naked. Please don’t tell me Sean helped me undress, she groaned inwardly as she moved under the sheet.
    Rita woke instantly and sat up, looming over her. “Señorita Mick, you are okay, no?” she asked as she gently took the cloth away.
    “I am okay, no,” Mick mumbled and gingerly touched her cheek. There was a sizable bruise just welling under her left eye.
    “Ooh, is not so bad, chica,” Rita purred and grinned, kissing her forehead.
    Mick sighed as she felt the soft hand touch her cheek and caress her temple. “Am I an asshole or what? I can’t believe I propositioned that poor woman. God, I hope I don’t get deported,” she said seriously.
    Rita cocked her head then started to speak softly in her native language, lulling Mick completely.
    “Rita honey, I have no idea what the hell you’re saying but don’t stop,” she whispered and closed her eyes.
    Rita smiled and gently kissed her lips. She then pulled back. “You speak in your sleep, chica,” Rita murmured against her neck. Mick sighed not really listening, and not really caring
    “Who is Amanda?”
    Mick’s eyes flew open then and she looked over at Rita. “Amanda? I said Amanda? Shit!”
    Rita raised an eyebrow, her dark eyes watching Mick closely. When she remained silent, Mick figured it was her cue to continue with an explanation.
    “She was someone I loved very much but was too immature and stupid to realize it.” Her mind wandered back to that time, back when she loved Amanda Higgins and she loved Mick.
    However, Amanda wanted far too much from the elusive Michaela Brennan at the time. She wanted her love—all her love and Mick just had no clue how to do that. So, instead, she pushed her away and after a while, Amanda left. Last Mick heard, she was in a six-year relationship, living in Portland, Maine, and had adopted a child. She was happy and content. And Mick never gave her heart to anyone else.
    Rita watched her. Mick didn’t know if Rita understood what she had said, not that it mattered. From the tone of Mick’s voice, she figured Rita got the gist of it; that coupled with Mick’s lovesick look, Rita smiled knowingly, bridging the language barrier. She slowly lay across Mick’s long hard body. Mick, in turn, sighed as Rita kissed her deeply; her tongue slowly exploring as Mick moaned into the kiss.
    “I make you forget this Amanda,” Rita whispered firmly and gently nipped at Mick’s bottom lip.
    “What the fuck is wrong with me? Must have been that smack I took last night. Here I am lying naked, with a beautiful woman and I’m lamenting a lost love,” Mick said, mostly disgusted with herself.
    She quickly rolled Rita on her back, kissing her furiously. She wedged her thigh between Rita’s legs. “Yes, Rita, I believe you can make me forget. If anyone can sweetheart, you can,” she whispered and proceeded to kiss her neck, her jaw and her cheek.
    Rita sighed and wrapped her legs around the strong thigh as Mick started to gently rock into her. Rita slipped her hand down to reach between Mick’s legs. Gasping at