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kissed his forehead. “Please don’t be.”
    “Did I hurt you? I think I lost my mind.”
    “Not only did you not hurt me; you gave me
the most pleasure I’ve ever known.” She pulled a sheet up and dried
his face, her neck, and moved it down his chest to absorb
perspiration.
    He took the sheet from her hand and wiped his
juices from his belly and penis. “I don’t know which is more
embarrassing: the tears or losing control. I should have given it
to you, but when you bit me, I totally lost it—his lashes dropped
to his cheek, and he settled more deeply into her neck, with one
hand lying lightly over her breast.
    It gave her time to really look at him: his
deeply tanned skin with a ruddy glow; high cheek bones and strong
chin, shoulders massive; his pecs were rock-hard, and his belly
formed a washboard of muscles. Goldie had never seen a more
beautiful man, and in spite of her better judgment, she thought
about keeping him around. It seemed silly to think she didn’t know
enough to let him stay and work after this incredible sexual
session with him.
    Tears indicated he wasn’t too hardened. He
had been bashful and quiet until they ended up in bed. No matter
how lovely he is, or gentle seeming, he is a vagrant, obviously
with no job or home. There’s a reason for that, and it probably
isn’t a good one. She dropped asleep, her mind whirling in
different directions.

    Duncan leapt from the bed, crouching into a
fighting position. Goldie reached for a bedside telephone.
Realizing only the ringing woke him, he stood straight, hoping she
hadn’t notice his move. But she turned and stared at him wide-eyed.
She held her hand out, palm up, and he didn’t move or speak.
    “Hi, Dad. Where are you? . . . Oh, so close?
Should be here in about thirty minutes? . . . Well, I have meatloaf
and can make a salad and a baked potato for each of us. . . . No,
don’t pick up anything, I have plenty of food. See you then.”
    Your parents?”
    “Yes. They don’t come often—retired to
Phoenix.”
    “Reckon I better leave.” Please say no.
    She slipped on a housecoat and walked toward
the door. Stopping with her hand on the door frame, she looked back
at him, her expression unreadable. “I’ll get your clothes from the
dryer.”
    As she disappeared, Duncan left the bed,
stumbling from weakness. He entered the bathroom and quickly wiped
down with a wet cloth, assuming he had no time for another shower.
She wouldn’t want him around when her parents arrived. It shocked
him how much he wanted to stay, to help her with the farm, and
simply love her. But she deserves better than me. Knowing my
background would turn her against me, anyway. So, it’s best to go
and leave her with a good memory.
    He sat on the edge of the bed, feeling so low
he imagined having to reach up to put his wet shoes on. His chest
hurt. Goldie came back and handed him his clothes. She opened her
mouth, and then closed it, her lips trembling. Standing, he pulled
her into his arms. “No need to say anything. I know you want me to
go and be gone before your parents arrive. With a gentle kiss on
her forehead, he said, “Beautiful woman, I’ll never forget you. You
have no idea what being with you means to me.”
     

    “I can say the same.” Her voice rasped, but
she forced her head up and looked into his eyes. “You would be so
easy to love. I can’t bear to watch you go, so I’m getting in the
shower to give you time to leave.” She entered the bathroom without
looking back.
    The shower cascaded down her body, easing the
overworked muscles, but doing nothing for the ache in her heart.
This is ridiculous. Sure he’s a beautiful, sexual man who had kept
her spinning, but face it, what went down between them could only
be a passing adventure to remember with pleasure. It wasn’t the
loss of true love to mourn over like an idiot—it was only raw sex.
She cut off the water and vowed to keep Duncan out of her mind.
Especially, now her parents would