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body pressed against his and how she had fondled
him. He shifted his position on the black leather
couch. His hug, a force of habit, had been a
mistake. His body knew the difference between
comforting his mother and comforting a young,
attractive woman. He couldn t help the
overwhelming desire that had built in him. He
couldn t stop himself from kissing her.
Fate through its fortunate wisdom had
interrupted a bad situation from getting worse.
That man had come home. Tori had fled. He had
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been left to his own defenses, which had given
him enough time to read the letter on the table and
let his ardor cool.
Tori seemed to be a pleasant person. Her
significant other, however, was a different story.
What an ass to treat a woman the way he did.
In their brief exchange, Geoff understood why
Victoria was so upset. Remembering the tears she
had shed and thinking about her situation pulled
at his heartstrings. He didn t like the feeling.
He shouldn t get involved.
And, if that was the case, then why was he
going back to her?
Because he wanted to see her, plain and simple.
He couldn t reason not seeing her ever again,
especially after that kiss. He wanted to get to
know her, see where a relationship would lead,
and for some reason, he wanted to show her there
was more to life.
What if she s happy with her life the way it is?
Geoff shook his head and drained the
remainder of his beer. That wasn t plausible. If she
was content she wouldn t have been crying, nor
have responded to him the way she did. She had
yielded so easily to him, her soft lips pliant and
sweet. It had been a long time since he had
enjoyed such a reaction. His lips and chest burned
from remembering her touches.
Careful, boy. Remember the last time you were
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tempted with a woman s ways. He emitted a shaky
laugh. His inner voice was usually, if not always,
right. Such temptations inevitably led to trouble.
Deep in his bones, he knew he was heading
straight toward a huge hassle. But he couldn t
stop.
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Chapter Six
ori s car bounced as she pulled into her long,
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rocky driveway. The stepladder strapped to
the roof rattled as she came to a stop beside
Geoff s truck. He was perched on its tailgate.
 You re early, she stated as she got out of her
car and went around to open the trunk.  That s
okay, though. You can help me bring in my
purchases.
With a commanding air of self-confidence and
not a trace of being bothered by the bright sun or
heavy moist air, he hopped off his vehicle and
casually strolled over.
 What d you do? Buy out the store? Brushes,
roller pans and jugs of paint, along with wallpaper
and the necessities for hanging it, weighed down
her trunk. He peered inside her small car. In the
back seat lay curtain rods, containers of exterior
paint, packages of sandpaper, bottles of wood
refinishing stain, brochures for kitchens and
decks, and an assortment of wall borders. The
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passenger seat had blue plastic bags full of
curtains, valances and shears balanced in a pile.
Tori threw her head back and laughed.  The
checkout person said the same thing. I told her
 Not yet. Wait till I buy what I need for the deck
and kitchen. Then you can say that. I spent a
small fortune at the home improvement center,
then at the discount department store, but I know
the results will be well worth the money. Now
help me unload this mess.
Together they made quick work of moving the
bags and supplies inside.
 My grandparents used to live here, she
explained.  After my father and aunt were grown
and on their own, Grandma and Pop wanted a
smaller house so they bought this one. This place
used to be a guesthouse on the property of that big
house just beyond the trees closer to the main
road. Eight years ago when Pop died, Grandma
decided to stay here. She passed on five years after
him and left the house to me. It hasn t been
updated in thirty some years.
Geoff surveyed the surroundings. The living
room walls, painted in a mint green color, had
faint imprints of where pictures used to hang. The
old shag carpet was a darker green. There wasn t
much furniture, either. A worn-out brown couch
sat opposite the front door under a high-placed
picture window. On its left, placed diagonally
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against the corner, was a matching recliner. An
aged cherry wood coffee table stood before them.
In the opposite corner from the recliner near an
open doorway was a small cherry wood television
stand with an even smaller television on top.
Nothing else, he thought, could fit in the room.
 I can see that.
 Let me show you around.
He stepped over the piles on the floor and
followed her through the doorway near the
television, then to the left through another.
 There s no hallway between the rooms.
 Yeah, weird, isn t it? she replied.  Well, this
is my bedroom.
The furniture, constructed of the same wood as
the living room items, consisted of a queen-size
sleigh bed, a dresser and a nightstand with a
lamp. His focus stayed a bit too long on the bed as
he imagined her seductively lying upon it. He
wiped a drip of perspiration from the side of his
cheek and examined the rest of the décor. The
same mint green paint covered the walls.
Scratches littered the hardwood floor.
She led the way back into the adjoining room.
Again he trailed after.
 As you can see, I made this my home office.
Pale pink shaded the walls and the hardwood
floor was scratched in the office as well. A huge
desk containing a full-blown computer system
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blocked the whole wall opposite the living room
door. To the right, a futon sofa bed was placed
under a window, and in the corner next to it, sat a
five-drawer filing cabinet.
That desk is going to be a bitch to move, he
thought. He rubbed his lower back. He watched
Tori step through the doorway, admiring her ass s
gentle sway and how her jeans formed along her
curves. In the living room, she pointed to an
empty spot to the right of the couch.
 I d like to open that wall up and put a door
there to lead out to a deck. She walked through
the living room and pointed again.  The only
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