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against hers several more times before he groaned his own completion.
    He let her legs slip down around his hips again before he braced his arms on either side of her shoulders while they tried to catch their breath. They both moaned when he slipped from her warmth and rolled onto the bed next to her. He brought her against his side and she reached down to the end of the bed to pull the sheet over the top of them. She snuggled next to his warmth and sighed.
    Before she had a chance to react, the door to her room creaked open, and Jessica poked her head through the opening. “Carrie?” Jessica's wide eyes met hers as she sat up in the bed. “Oh my God! I don’t believe you!”
    “Jess, let me explain.” She reached down and grabbed her shirt and jeans from the floor.
    “Explain what, Carrie?” The angry, accusing stare Jessica shot her sent her heart to her toes. “You are such a hypocritical bitch!” Jessica whipped around and practically ran down the hall to her own room.
    “Jessica!” She quickly slipped her shirt on and yelled again, “Jessica!”
    When Carrie’s clothing was in some semblance of order, she quickly headed down the hall after her sister. She tried turning the handle on her sister’s bedroom door, but it was locked. “Jessica, open this door.”
    “Leave me alone!”
    “Jess, let me explain.”
    “There isn’t anything to explain, Carrie. You’ve known that guy for what—two days and you obviously fucked him tonight. Yet you give me the fucking third degree over sleeping with a guy and getting pregnant.”
    “Jessica Anne! You will not use that language with me.”
    “Go to hell, Carrie!”
    Carrie took a deep breath, trying to calm the anger and humiliation she felt before she tried again. “Jessie, open the door so we can talk.”
    Silence met her ears, and she knocked again. “Come on, Jess, open the door.” Still nothing. “I’m sorry. I know I can’t judge you now for what happened.” Silence. “Yes, I’m a hypocrite. I threw caution to the wind and had sex with a man I just met. Big difference here, little sister. I’m twenty-six years old and you aren’t even eighteen. I can take responsibility for my actions. You can't at seventeen, but I’m sorry and I was wrong.”
    She waited a few moments before she turned around and headed back for her room. Her gaze met Cole’s where he stood at the door, leaning against the doorframe. His clothing was now in place, covering the broad, muscled expanse of his chest, much to her disappointment.
    “I’m sorry,” she whispered when she reached his side.
    “Don’t be.” He lifted his hand to lightly brush his fingers across her lips. A shiver ran down her back.
    “You probably should go.”
    “Yeah. I know.” A wry smile crossed his lips. “One problem, though.”
    “What’s that?”
    “Your truck is still at the bar.”
    “Shit! I forgot.”
    “Let me run you over there at least so you can pick it up, since our plans have obviously been waylaid.”
    Our plans. It’s strange to think of it like that, but I guess it was our plans. She stepped back, and he dropped his hand. “I would appreciate the lift.”
    Distance. She needed to put distance between them. His touch was too intoxicating, and if she spent much more time in his arms, she would give in to the desire rushing through her veins like the rapids on the Colorado River. She wanted his touch, needed it desperately, but her senses returned, and she realized the mistake she just made.
    The ride back to the bar was uncomfortable. He didn’t talk, and she felt too foolish for what happened to say anything. Parking next to her vehicle, he slipped his into park and shut off the engine. His gaze focused on something outside the window as if he didn’t want to look at her at all, and her heart clenched.
    The bar was still in full swing, the music loud even where they sat, and she wondered if he would go back inside once she left. The thought disturbed her