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stained
with grease, showing the hard work he did on the farm. “I think we all are,
brother, but finding something in this town for the keeping is going to be
harder than hell. Hell, unless you want to share a woman that is three times as
old as you and saddled with an old man.”
    Jace snorted, finished off his beer
and grabbed his second one. “I don’t know why I put an ad in the paper to be
honest. I think I just wanted to have a woman in the house that wasn’t fucking
one of us.” Jace sounded a little forlorn, and Travis
couldn’t help but feel sympathy for his younger brother. They hadn’t been in
any serious relationships, had always jumped from woman to woman, and he had to
admit that the idea of having someone at the house cleaning and cooking for him
did have an appealing ring to it.
    But
if Colton started up with hitting on her, getting into her pants and fucking
this up, they’d always have the reputation in town as being the Sterling
man-whore brothers. Yeah, it was a pretty fucked up title, one that the younger
generation in town used for them, but that the older residents probably thought
it as well. But Travis couldn’t lie and say they didn’t have that title coming.
    They
didn’t shield their reputations, didn’t try to act wholesome and pure. They
worked hard, and fucked harder, and screw anyone that thought they shouldn’t be
able to have a little fun. Travis was getting old for this shit, but on the
heels of that thought he envisioned that chocolaty goddess he’d fucked last
night. He’d gotten out of there the moment she’d fallen asleep, which had been
about three in the morning. He had taken a shower when he got home, jerked off
even though he’d screwed her brains out, and his if he were being truthful, and
still felt the desire to go back there and fuck her once more.
    She
was the best lay he’d ever had, as romantic as that sounded coming from him.
Travis was a one-fuck, maybe two kind of guy. He made no apologies for that,
never tried to make himself something he wasn’t, and
the women he was with knew that. They didn’t expect anything more from him, and
that was fine by him.
    But
Pearl made him feel something different, something more, and as soon as he had
been inside of her, feeling her warmth, smelling the scent of vanilla coming
from her flesh, he knew that if he wasn’t careful whatever he felt for her
could grow. He wouldn’t be good for a woman, wouldn’t be able to devote himself
to her. He was a loner, had always been one, and although he’d never cheat on a
woman he took as his own, he didn’t do commitment. He just was that type of
man, and that was not a type women tended to want in their lives, especially
with the sexual reputation he carried.
    Scrubbing
a hand over his face, he breathed out, trying to push the lush image of Pearl
out of his mind. She was probably passing through Granite anyway, only here for
Shirley’s affairs, so he’d never have to be tempted with her curvy as fuck
body, and a face that could bring a man to his damn knees.
    ****
    Pearl
stepped out of the café where she’d just had an informal interview, and
breathed out an exasperated sigh. They wanted someone, but even for a
rinky-dink little restaurant apparently she wasn’t what they were looking for.
Of course she had no waitressing experience, so that probably had a lot to do
with not getting a job offer. But Pearl didn’t want to serve people anyway.
    When
she’d been in the city and doing advertising as a junior copyright editor,
she’d felt as though she were on a team. She’d made a name for herself within
the company, loved what she did to a certain extent, but there was also a part
of her that hated her job. Having to please people wasn’t really something she
excelled at, even if she was getting paid for it. What Pearl liked about
advertising was helping come up with pieces that would attract potential
buyers, snag their attention, and make them want to seek out more