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hand looked almost delicate compared to his. He yanked my hand and brought my body into his, gave me a no holds barred kiss that curled my toes, then let go.
      Finally his words sank in and I jerked. “I honestly didn’t think you meant it.” I said breathlessly.
      “I did.”
      My breath froze in my lungs.  He sure looked like he meant it.
      He scooted around me to throw his big thick thigh over the side of the bike.  I turned around and watched as he stowed his beer and chips into his saddle bags and throw his foot down to start his bike.  The roar of his bike sent shockwaves through my body.  It was an incredible feeling to be that close to him and his bike.  He gave a quick wave and roared out of the parking lot. 
      Fuck me, but he made my insides feel like jelly.  My hot face caught my attention and I wrested the palm of my hand to feel my cheeks.  They were flushed with arousal, which meant he knew what he was doing to me.
      Apparently I hurt his feelings by not calling.  Guess I should remedy that.
      I headed to the store and made quick work of the task of buying chicken. 
      I dumped the groceries into the floorboard in the passenger side, and started up the truck.  As I was backing out, I noticed a man sitting in a beige Chevy truck nineties model.  I didn’t make eye contact because he looked away when he noticed me watching him.  I shook off the creepy feeling of having his eyes on me and headed home. 
      I arrived home and put all thoughts of Hot Man Sam behind me as Chewy and Janie barreled towards me from the front door.  I had the vague thought that maybe I should run before 130 pounds of girl and dog hit me like a freight train and threw me back into the truck with a thump.  Fuck that was going to leave a bruise. 
      “Up Chey, up Chey!” Janie squealed as I simultaneously reached down for her and patted Chewy’s big ass.  Janie launched herself into my arms and we all clambered into the house and I shut the door. 
      “I’m home, Mom.  You can start drinking now.” I joked as I walked towards the kitchen with my bags.  I unloaded them, and put everything away except for the chicken which I then opened and started cutting the fat off the edges.   
      Just then I heard the front door open and close and Ember yell “Where is everyone?”
      I said, “Kitchen.” and went about cutting up the chicken.  I washed my hands and went to the pantry to get the yellow rice. I tossed it in the general direction of the counter and reached down to get a pot and measured out the water. I started the water boiling and set out another pan to brown the chicken heaping a big spoonful of butter in the middle of it.  I used a pair of kitchen scissors to make the fat cutting process faster, and then tossed the chicken into the pan to brown.
      While doing this I listened to Janie talk to mom and Ember about what she did today at daycare.  Really all you could understand was a few select words, and the rest was gibberish.  She was getting better though, I still remembered when she said her first word.  James was so happy when I called him and let him hear Janie say “dada dada” over and over again.  
      I turned to the kitchen table and joined into their conversation by mentioning who I saw at the store and what had happened.
      Mom was the first to say “Didn’t I tell you that you should never touch without asking?  You didn’t need a father to tell you that, because I did.”  Of course that would be what she picked up on.  Whatever.
      Ember laughed and told my mother “Chey never listens, don’t you know that by now?”
      Annoyed with where this topic was heading, I turned around and went back to dinner ignoring them as they went back and forth about everything I ever did wrong in my life.  This was an easy dinner, so it didn’t take much concentration, which was good because my mind kept creeping back to Sam.  I was putting the finishing