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was gentle now, comforting
and soft against her tortured flesh.
    Finally, she rose from him and turned herself around again. Settling
onto his chest, she murmured into his neck, “Tell me when you’re ready again.”
    Hot damn . It would be ten minutes , max .

Chapter Four
     
    In the span of a week, Sara had gone from celibate to dating
two men.
    That first night with Aric was pure magic and she really hadn’t
expected it to measure up to the times she’d spent with Beau.
    They’d made love all night long and fell asleep around three
o’clock. They slept for a while, until Aric kissed her right before dawn and
left. A curious time to leave, but she was too tired to question it.
    Honestly, there was no comparison. How did one compare
oranges and apples and then decide to spend their life with one fruit only? Variety
was the spice of life, wasn’t it?
    Until they forced her to choose.
    She figured that would happen when they learned about each
other. The day came sooner than she expected. It was another cloudy, gloomy
day, rain about to break out at any second. The store was quiet and Beau was
picking her up for lunch. The door chimes signaled his arrival and Sara looked
up.
    Instead of Beau, Aric walked in.
    “Aric,” she said, hoping to cover her surprise. She left the
counter and made her way to him. He bent and kissed her lightly, enclosing her
into the warmth of his arms.
    “What are you doing here? Why didn’t you call?” she asked.
    “I thought I’d surprise you. We could perhaps go out to eat.”
    “Oh, I can’t. I have plans.” Plans that were walking through
that door any moment.
    “I should have called, I guess. I was just so eager to see
you,” he murmured, near her ear and the door opened once again.
    Immediately the air thickened with tension as Beau took in
the sight of Aric holding Sara in his arms.
    “Beau.”
    “Aric.”
    “You two know each other?”
    They hadn’t broken their stare. “Yes,” Beau said, his voice
clipped.
    “I take it your lunch plans are with him?” Aric asked.
    “Yes. I met Beau the same day I met you,” Sara said, gently.
“I guess it wasn’t fair to date you both and not tell either of you about the
other, but I never really knew how to say it.”
    Then Aric did something remarkable. He smiled at her, easing
her worry. “I think I’ll ask you to come over for dinner tonight then. Since
you’re busy for lunch.”
    It was only fair to accept. He’d come here to surprise her
and gotten the shock of his life instead.
    She nodded. “Of course.”
    Aric’s face blazed triumph, while Beau’s looked dark with
fury. His fists clenched, as if he couldn’t control himself. Sara looked at him
warily and knew myriad expressions flit across her face because she’d always
been expressive.
    She was like an open book. All psychics were when they felt
deeply. It was why they shut themselves off from the world. As Sara did now. She
wrapped her slender arms across the middle of her body, the sensitive area
where she “felt” things.
    She wondered if Beau’s jealousy would make the decision to
let him go.
    “I’ll pick you up then. What time do you get off? Five?”
Aric asked.
    She nodded and he leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Be good,
sweetheart.”
    It wasn’t quite a warning, but she sensed that Aric hoped it
was enough to ruin her lunch with Beau. Inhaling deeply, she opened the channel
in her midsection for more of a “feeling”.
    She could also feel that while it nearly tore him in two to
walk away, he knew he had to.
    * * * * *
    Beau’s mood was quite normal when he drove her to lunch. Now
that the confrontation with Aric was over. It was almost as if he were trying
to win her over, make himself out to be the better candidate, win her
affections. As if he guessed how she’d react if he became a jealous boyfriend.
    Unfortunately, Sara felt terror when she thought of losing
Aric. The same fear that curled in her when she considered losing Beau. It was
a