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she spread herself wide, pleading with him to still the burning ache within her. “No, only once in a while. I'm meeting Harper. She's running late.” She'd debated mentioning Harper's name, but didn't want him to think this was a regular hangout of hers.
    â€œShe makes quite a first impression,” he said with a chuckle as he lifted what Stefani interpreted as a suggestive eyebrow. “I take it you two are close friends.”
    She nodded. “Since kindergarten.” Here goes, she thought. He'll want to find out all he can about Harper. For a few fleeting moments she'd almost convinced herself that he might be interested in her. She should have known better. Next to Harper, she was plain. Hell, almost every woman she knew looked plain next to Harper. She bent her head and swallowed hard. She didn't want him to see how hurt she was. She should excuse herself and leave, but for some reason she couldn't get her body off the barstool. She took a deep breath and raised her eyes. Harper wasn't here, she was. Maybe she could think of something to say that would pique his interest and take his focus off of Harper, if only for a few minutes.
    Deacon took another swallow of beer. Stefani liked his easy smile and his warm eyes. She was comfortable with his closeness. Too comfortable. She could definitely get used to this. It surprised her how quickly her nervousness had left her. Usually she became tongue tied around men until she got to know them, but Deacon put her at ease as though she'd known him forever. She couldn't deny the strong urges bubbling inside of her and knew that she desperately ached for him. She'd never felt that way about any other man before.
    All of those dormant emotions came soaring to the surface. As her eyes drifted over Deacon's body, while his gaze had turned to the dance floor, her mind continued to imagine their entwined bodies as he plunged deep inside of her, thrusting slowly in and out while she dug her nails into his strong back, screaming out his name. In her fantasies, as her passion exploded, she would experience the climax she yearned for. She squirmed on the stool as surges of searing desire shot through her and made her wet.
    Deacon moved his eyes back to her. “If you don't come here often, have no movie theater, and obviously don't enjoy playing bingo, then tell me what do you do when you're not working at the post office?” he asked with his wide infectious grin.
    She grinned. “I have many interests. I garden, and take long walks, but I especially love to hike. I enjoy most outdoor activities.” She shrugged. “It doesn't matter the season, I would rather be outside than inside any time.”
    â€œReally?” He flashed that amazing smile again. “I spend the majority of my time outdoors too…when I can.” He ran a hand over his jaw. “I need to find a good fishing spot.” He raised his eyebrows. “Do you know of any or are you going to tell me that you also like to fish?”
    â€œAs a matter of fact, I do.” Stefani grinned. “There are plenty of good spots around here.”
    â€œJust what I was hoping to hear.” He propped an elbow on the bar as he continued staring at her. “Maybe you can show me some of those fishing spots some time.”
    Stefani's heart lurched. Harper had no interest in outdoor activities. Maybe there was a chance for her. “Just let me know when you'd like to go.”
    â€œI will.” He leaned back against the bar and turned his head, peering at her. “I remember when I was a boy I used to love going camping every summer. I'd be lying peacefully in my sleeping bag listening to nature and just drifting off to sleep when my older brother would sneak around the side of the tent and make noises. I thought a bear was outside of the tent. I'd scream so loud I probably could have been heard for miles, but those camping trips were the highlight of my summers for as far