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someone to have a
sexual adventure with. She was thirty-one years old and ran a landscaping
company in town.
    The blood
seemed to have stopped, so Jake picked up the razor again, noticing from his
reflection that his hand was actually shaking.
    He put it
down again and splashed his face. She’d have to put up with some stubble
because he’d bleed to death if he continued.
    ****
    Gen hoped he
didn’t mind that she’d gone ahead and bought herself a coffee while she waited
at Mabel’s. Scared that she was going to be late for appointments and meetings,
Gen made a habit of always showing up fifteen minutes early. Today that had
been a mistake because she was nervous and sitting around waiting for Jake
Harris to arrive was putting her on edge.
    What if he
didn’t like her? What if he did? How were they going to handle the whole we’re
just having sex thingy?
    Sex. Why was it
so compelling, so addictive, so complicated? It was sex that had changed Gen’s life when Nicky’s father had been oh so tempting and
talked her into it one Saturday night while her parents were out at a movie.
    “I’m scared,
Andy. I mean what happens if I get pregnant?”
    “I’m just
going to slide my dick inside you. I’m not going to even wiggle it, so
nothing’s going to come out inside you.”
    Gen took a
deep breath. Yeah, like you should believe a guy when he says he’s not going to
wiggle it. He’d done more than wiggle it. He’d climaxed big time inside her,
and nine months later she’d given birth to Nicholas John Thompson. Andy AKA Mr. I Won’t Wiggle It was history.
    The bell over
the door in Mabel’s rang. Gen looked up from her coffee mug. There standing in
the doorway was the most handsome man she’d ever seen. Probably around six
feet, broad shoulders, dark hair, and even from this distance she could see he
had a strong jaw line. That was a good sign. Her mother had always told her
that it showed great character. He looked all around and then at Gen. Was this him? Or had she been ogling some stranger who
wasn’t Jake Harris and she was about to look like a complete idiot?
    He’s coming my way.
    “I hope
you’re Gen Thompson,” he said, standing by the table.
    “I am. And
you must be Jake Harris.”
    “That’s me.”
    He extended
his hand, and Gen took it. Like his jawline , it was
strong and firm.
    “I hope you
don’t mind that I went ahead and got a cup of coffee.”
    “Not
at all. I’ll just go get one for myself and be right back.”
    Gen didn’t
want to get caught red handed, but every now and then she peeped over at him as
he stood in line waiting to order his drink.
    He’d caught
her twice already and both times had nodded and smiled.
    Jake finally
returned with a mug of what looked like plain old black coffee and sat down
opposite her.
    “So, where do
we begin? I mean I’ve never done this sort of thing before,” he said.
    “Me neither,
so I guess that makes us virgins.”
    Did I just use that word? Ground, open up and
swallow me whole.
    “Maybe we
should just talk about ourselves a bit and ask one another questions,” said
Jake.
    “Sounds
good to me. You probably know that I’m a single mom. I have a fourteen
year old boy named Nicky. How about you? You have any children?”
    He shook his head,
looking sad all of a sudden, and Gen hoped she hadn’t started off on the wrong
topic.
    “Nope, none
I’m afraid. And you have a landscaping company?”
    “That’s
right. It was my parents’, but I took over about a year ago after my father
passed away.”
    “So you must
really like plants and flowers?”
    “I have to
admit I do. I grew up around them, and playing in the dirt is fun.”
    Jake laughed.
“I’m not much of a gardener myself. In fact, while I’ve been away the yard’s
got a little out of hand. Maybe you’d stop by and take a look one day and give
me an estimate?”
    “I’d be happy
too.”
    “And you’re
from
Idaho Falls
?”
    “Born and
bred, how about