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jar of peanut butter. Before he reached the bar, he caught another glimpse of her.
    He whirled around quickly, his grocery bag smacking into the handlebars of a motorcycle. Wasn’t fast enough for him to catch her. Even Neo and his lightning quick moves in The Matrix couldn’t have done so .
    Wylder squinted and craned his neck, still searching. No dice. No Starr. She was like those ghosts in movies, hovering nearby only to flit away when the actors turned to get a better look.
    Of course, those poor slobs didn’t have the heightened sense of smell he had. He picked up her scent immediately. She was, or had been, here, too, as she had at the mill and convenience store.
    This location and the store made some sense. She might have wanted to buy food or a drink. But the mill? Since when did she go shopping for wood?
    No fucking way had she been there for lumber. She was following him.
    Hot damn.
    His excitement built worse than a wolf during the rut; even his hair hurt from intolerable desire.
    To make things easy for her, he stuck to a daily routine so she didn’t have to search or guess where he’d be. A text message, email, or phone call would have been faster, but she needed time to do this her way. After making her wait twelve years for him, he could endure a bit of this cat-and-mouse game.
    Until she changed the rules.
    He spotted her from the corner of his eye at the mill and the convenience store as always, but not at Gee’s. Next, he caught her at the bar, but not the mill. The store was the only constant with her always darting into his vision there, even on the weekends, until she wasn’t showing up at that location on a regular basis either.
    Didn’t matter. He kept at it, doggedly going through his days big as life so she could find him when she was ready. Better be damn soon, he was walking bowlegged from his constant boner and grinding his molars to dust.
    The weekend rolled around again, leaving Gee’s and the store the only places he might spot her. He hung out in his windowsill until he couldn’t stand inaction any longer and strode to the store, his new white tee practically glowing in the unrestricted sun, screaming, “Look at me, I’m here, baby.” Even a nearsighted human could have spotted him a mile away.
    The fragrance of pine, damp earth from yesterday’s rain, leaves, new and old scent markings bombarded him. None of them her fragrance. Bummed, he yanked open the door of the store.
    Her scent hit him with hurricane force. He wavered slightly, unable to breathe or think. She was here? Inside? Where? He marched down the aisles, smiling briefly at other residents, forcing himself not to push anyone aside because of his crushing need.
    He stopped near the back of the store. She studied the selection of candy, the left side of her face hidden by her curtain of hair, blue highlights shimmering in its raven color, the tresses shiny and thick. He squeezed his fists to keep from reaching out and crushing those locks in his hand, pressing his face to them to fill himself with her fragrance.
    She tapped her long fingers against her thigh, her jeans as worn as his, her tee also white like his because they fit. They were perfect for each other, always had been once they were both of age.
    Tired of waiting, he reached past her for the PayDays, his favorite. Hers, too. She’d told him so shortly before he left, slipping the candy bar into his hand, her smile luminous with adoration he’d never known existed.
    She looked over now, her expression more open than the last time they’d been face-to-face but she wasn’t drooling in delight like he was. Nor was she fawning over him as her fourteen-year-old self had done.
    His heart cramped but he managed a smile and held up the candy. “My treat. How many would you like?”
    “The whole box.”
    He counted thirty. “Didn’t your mom tell you these would rot your teeth?”
    “I’m making up for lost time. For ten years, I wasn’t allowed even one