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snatched it up.”
    She spoke with a honey-laced lilt. Breathy. Sexy.
    “Sure did.”
    “You’ll like it here. Quiet neighborhood.”
    He liked it even better right now. Cal hoped his smile
looked charming and not crazed. “You lived here long?”
    Her shoulders lifted and made her breasts bob. “Ten years.”
    The sun made her long, dark hair glossy, like wet paint. If
he kept his eyes on her hair he might keep forming sentences.
    “I’m pretty much only here during the summer,” she
continued. “The rest of the time I’m away at college.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Mm-hm. It’s my final year. I can’t wait to be done.”
    “I’ll bet.” She smelled sweet. Some heady vanilla-and-spice
concoction that made him want to bury his face in her neck.
    Head tilted, she asked, “What about you?”
    “I do mechanic work. Fix up classic cars in my spare time.”
    She lowered her eyes to his hands. It had been two years now
since he’d removed his wedding ring. Three years since the messy divorce.
Sometimes he still felt the weight of commitment on his finger. He checked to
make sure his hand was bare.
    “So then, it’s just you here?”
    Her green eyes searched him. He bet they darkened before she
climaxed. “Yep.”
    The dimples deepened the more her lips curved upward. “Huh.
Well, you’re probably busy with moving in and all. I just wanted to come over
and say hi. I’m leaving tomorrow morning. Figured I better wash the car.”
    Cal regretted not moving in sooner. “Good day for it.”
    “It is.” She tucked her hair behind her ears and the spicy
vanilla scent returned in full force. Pretty soon his tongue would be wagging.
    Thinking she might be waiting on him, he said, “Well, good
to meet you.”
    Sabrina dazzled him again with her dimples. “Great to meet
you too, Cal.”
    She tucked her hands inside her pockets and walked away, her
hips in full swing. Right then he didn’t care who witnessed him watching. Her
luscious ass held him hostage. He imagined her tight little body stripped bare.
Then he imagined her bent over, her ass backed up into him with her hands
clasped around her ankles, breasts jiggling while he drove into her until his
dick was raw.
    Don’t be an idiot. She’s beyond your middle-aged league.
    He released a tightly held breath.
    Hoping some food might help to take his mind off fucking the
sweet young thing across the street, Cal went inside the house and made a
sandwich that he barely got his mouth around.
    * * * * *
    Cal tossed the paper plate into the makeshift trash bin in
the kitchen nook and patted his stomach. The food quelled one appetite, but his
sexual appetite ran rampant. No matter what he tried to think about, his
thoughts returned to Sabrina and her curvaceous figure. Her pink bikini top and
short shorts were burned into his retinas.
    He ran cold water on his face in the bathroom and checked
the mirror that needed replacing. His dark, unruly hair didn’t look half bad,
though it could use a trim. No visible gray showed, yet. Not too many wrinkles
save a few lines around the eyes. He’d put on about five pounds, but nothing he
couldn’t work off. Despite a rocky marriage and years of hard living, he still
had it.
    Restless in a house full of unopened boxes, he returned
outside. Cal grabbed another beer from the cooler. He really should start
unpacking. One of the boxes had the air conditioner tucked away in it, which he
could use in the house, but damn if he knew which one.
    Across the way, Sabrina’s squeal echoed, snaring his attention.
A spray of water doused her from the hose lying on the driveway until she
kicked it over.
    “I dropped the hose and sprayed myself,” she hollered,
backed by a hearty laugh. “How embarrassing! I mean, look at me.”
    She turned her body toward him, arms out, as if presenting
herself. And Cal did look. No, he fucking gaped. Her teeny-tiny soaking-wet
bikini top barely concealed her breasts as it was, but now the material seemed
even