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gravel pinching through her sweater and threatening to scrape her skin if she tried moving. Natasha wasn’t sure she would feel the pain, though. Her nerve endings were suddenly hyper-sensitive, and when he exhaled, apparently near the end of his moment of savoring his victory, his breath tickled her flesh.
    He remained on top of her, more than likely only a second or two, although it seemed as if time stopped. They lay there, pressed against each other and becoming incredibly familiar with each other’s bodies. She looked up as something else became apparent. Trent’s cock was incredibly hard, long, and thick.
    Natasha shot him a warning look when it jerked between them.
    “Know any other moves you’d like to share?” Trent whispered.
    “Oh my goodness! Oh my!” Matilda ran toward them, which might have been a humorous sight if Natasha could see anything beyond Trent’s face and his thick black hair twisting in soft waves. “What happened? Is anyone hurt? What did she try to do? Trent, I told you—”
    “Everyone is fine,” Trent announced, cutting off Matilda. He pushed himself off Natasha and reached for her hand, pulling her to her feet before giving her a chance to stand on her own. “Miss King is a black belt in karate and offered to show me one of her moves. I haven’t won awards, but I held my own, don’t you think, Miss King?”
    “For crying out loud, Trent Oakley.” Matilda suddenly sounded as if she were a mother scolding her ornery son. “And I don’t suppose you let on that you were a black belt, too?”
    Trent released Natasha’s hand and made a show of wiping gravel and dust off his clothes. “I don’t think I mentioned that.” He didn’t sound apologetic.
    Natasha made quick inventory, determined nothing was hurt, or bruised, other than her ego. The score might be one to nothing in favor of Sheriff Oakley, but there would be another round. She walked around him and grabbed her things off the hood of the truck.
    “Thanks for the lesson,” she muttered when she passed him. “I’ll be sure to remember that move next time.”
    “And there will be a next time,” he said under his breath.
    Natasha didn’t bother looking to see if Matilda heard Trent or if she would put in another comment. She hurried past the mailman, who’d remained back toward the house watching in dazed confusion, and headed inside to her overly frilly room. There she would lick her wounds. As she climbed the stairs she decided she was right in thanking the sheriff for the lesson. He’d just shown her how he didn’t play fair. It was a lesson she’d do well to remember.
    “Tomorrow all of this will be over,” she muttered under her breath, and reached the third floor, her adrenaline spiked so high she could have easily climbed three more flights. Tomorrow couldn’t get here soon enough.
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    Trent usually headed home around five or so, depending on the day he was having. There were steaks individually wrapped in his icebox and a variety of vegetables packaged and frozen. It wouldn’t take thirty minutes before he could put a nice meal on the table. Tonight he decided to remain in town a bit longer, opting to eat at the Nugget Diner. It just happened to be across the street from Pearl’s where he could keep an eye and see if Natasha went anywhere.
    Nodding at Helen, the only waitress on duty at the moment, he took a booth that allowed him a good view of the driveway in and out of Pearl’s. Even as the sun went down, he would notice the Avalanche’s headlights.
    “Haven’t seen you around here lately,” Helen said, sauntering up to him with a gentle swish of her hips and steaming coffee in her hand. She bent over, her pink uniform dress unbuttoned just enough to show off some decent cleavage if she was so inclined. Apparently he rated receiving the full package deal. “We’ve got trout on special tonight. I know you like that,” she suggested, filling his cup and straightening, then