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seconds, I’m out from under him and squeezing my way out the door. I grab my purse and run to my car. Although administrative staff have left, the store is open until eight, so a few customers and employees witness my escape.
    I’m shaking as I start my car. The large garage doors are open to the maintenance bays, and a few of the guys are staring at me from inside. Seeing only males is making me crazy.
    OK, Reese. Get it together. I’ll start looking for something else tonight. I’ll hire them a new person right away, so they won’t be entirely deserted. How will I explain in interviews why I left this job so soon?
    This is all Craig’s damn fault. My ex decided two months ago tha t I wasn’t the woman he was destined to spend his entire life with, so he saw no point in us continuing our relationship and felt I should move out immediately.
    After crying over it for a day, I realized I felt the same. We’d been living together for two years, dating for three. All at once, I needed more income to live on my own, so I began looking for a job that paid more. This one did, so I jumped on it.
    W hy did he have to touch me? Why?! I throw my head back against the seat. I need my sister. Rummaging through my purse, I find my phone and dial her as I drive.
    “Hey, chick. How’s the new job going?” Becca asks.
    “I kissed my boss!” I yell into the phone.
    “No way. Oh, this is some good shit. Get over here. I have ice cream.”
    “I’m going to be homeless, destitute, worthless—”
    “Tell me he’s hot.”
    “More than hot. I’ll be there in twenty.” I swing by my apartment and throw on some sweats and a t-shirt. Looking in the mirror, I put the hair Everett had his way with into a ponytail.
    “ Why?” I ask aloud with a groan. Why couldn’t he let me admire him from afar? That would’ve been difficult enough but doable.
    Becs opens the door and stares at me. She’s trying to weigh whether she will be able to laugh at my expense or have to console me as I cry. Since I’m not sobbing, she covers her mouth and snickers.
    “Sis, it’s not funny. He runs the company.”
    “I’m impressed. You go, girl.”
    Becca is twenty-two but can act like she’s twelve at times. I’ve always been independent, whereas Becs prefers to be taken care of. Since she’s the baby, Mom and Dad have given her anything she wants.
    She’s gr aduating college in two months, but I’m sure they’ll still be helping her out. She has a roommate, but our parents pay most of her share of expenses since they hardly want her working while in school.
    “Here’s a bowl of butter pecan. Now, tell me everything,” Becca demands as she shoves a bowl of ice cream in my face.
    “My boss, Everett Casteel, made a pass at me. He’s this rugged yet gorgeous man. His eyes are a deep blue. Part of a tattoo shows under his shirt sleeve, and I bet the man has more of them on his remarkably fit body.”
    My sister’s eyes are wide . “Tell me more,” she says before shoving a spoonful of ice cream into her already open mouth.
    “I’m not sharing every detail, but I will say that he pushed me up against the door, and it was like something you see in the movies, all raw and passionate.”
    “Then what happened?” Becca tucks her legs under her ass and waits for the next juicy detail.
    “ I stopped him.”
    “Why?” she asks in a drawn out, high pitched tone.
    “Uh, for one, he’s my boss of two flippin’ days. Two, his wife died. I don’t believe he’s had sex since, and I can’t compete with that.”
    “Oh, come on. People remarry all the time after losing a spouse. At least have some fun with the man. How old is he?”
    “I think early thirties, but I can’t risk my job to have a good time.”
    “Does he have any brothers?”
    “Yes, three. The place is crawling with men. One of his brothers is probably around your age, and he’s a cutie.”
    “Oooh, I need to meet him.”
    I hurry and swallow the dollop of ice cream in