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everyone else, and not worry about anything but having a good time.
    “Seriously?”
    Izzy clamped her lips together even though Maria couldn’t see her. “Yeah, I know, pretty hard to believe.” Maria started laughing, which had Izzy doing the same thing. “But seriously, I’m sick of being cooped up in the house—”
    “You mean you’re sick of wanting that bad boy fighter Brock?”
    She sighed and said, “Yeah, and that, too.”
    “Listen, you don’t need to convince me to go out and get drunk. I don’t think Caleb’s picking up an extra shift tonight at the nasty store, so you know we are game.” Why Maria insisted on calling the sex shop by that name was beyond her, but it always had Izzy smiling. “How about we pick you up at like nine? Caleb can be our DD and drag our drunk asses home.”
    It sounded like a plan. Izzy just hoped she didn’t regret it in the morning by bringing some Coyote Ugly home with her.
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    Izzy pushed the front door open and shut it behind her with her foot. With both hands filled with shopping bags, that small task had been a bitch. She carried the bags into the kitchen and set them on the counter. A blast of body heat slammed into her back, and she looked over her shoulder. A gasp left her when she saw Brock standing right behind her.
    “Hey.” Griping onto the counter she waited for him to reply, but all he did was stare at her. “Everything okay?”
    “Yeah, I’m good.” He looked at the bags and then back at her. “Need help?”
    She turned around, but regretted it instantly when he took a step closer. Was he drunk? He smelled like he had been drinking, but it wasn’t overly strong and disgusting. It was a sweet aroma, but she couldn’t place what type of liquor it was. “You really want to help?”
    “Of course.”
    He leaned forward, and just as their chests brushed and an insane idea that he might kiss her crossed her mind, he grabbed one of the bags and stepped back. Letting out a deep breath, she turned back around and finished putting things away. When the last can was put on the shelf, she turned around to say thank you, but nothing came out when Brock stood in front of her so fast she was forced to lean back and grip the counter again.
    “Brock?” He looked at her mouth and instinctively she licked her lips. Before she could ask him what he was doing, he braced his hands beside her, leaned forward, and pressed his mouth to hers.
    Firm. Warm. Soft. Brock’s lips were all those things and more. She realized what alcohol he had drank, whiskey, and it was a tantalizing flavor that heated her further. Before the kiss could get too in-depth, he pulled away. The strange look on his face didn’t make her feel any better, but when he glanced down at her mouth again her heart sped up. It was clear that he wanted this just as much as she did, but he was holding back.
    “I shouldn’t have done that.” Even as he said this he was slowly moving toward her. Their lips were an inch away, their breath mingling, teasing.
    “Why?” It was a bad idea because things could get hairy afterward, but at the moment she really didn’t care. This seemed like the most logical thing for her to do at the moment. It wasn’t like she hadn’t thought of doing this a thousand times before because she had. Those feelings had created a plethora of mixed emotions inside of her. This situation should have felt wrong on so many levels, but it didn’t, and that was what scared her.
    Over the last six months she had been able to bury them deep enough that although she still felt them, she was able to hide them around Brock. At least she had thought she did. There had been so many more erotic images that had played in her mind, but even thinking about them caused her to feel overwhelming embarrassment.
    “We shouldn’t do this, but I don’t want to stop.” The kiss hadn’t been what she expected. It was slow and almost tentative, but she wasn’t going to complain. It just went